Now I am here with you,
No second thoughts,
I've decided…
Decided….
Christine sat on her chair, staring at the mirror in front of her. It made her shiver to know that two years ago, she had seen him through it. "Look at your face in the mirror… I am there inside!"
He was inside her. He'd been inside her soul for practically all her life. And he was still there. She'd left him that one fateful night of the last opera he ever showed himself at, but not a day had passed since that she did not think of him.
Had she made the right choice? Was Raoul the one she was meant to be with? She loved him, she knew that. Or was she just trying to convince herself?
He was a great guy, no doubt about that. He was a gentleman, rich, and obviously he adored her with all he had. But there was something lacking. A certain fire, a spark he could never have.
Since that last night she ever saw him, she wondered if he was still around. If he still heard her song wherever he was. But in her heart she knew he did not. She no longer felt his presence, no longer heard him in her sleep. He was truly gone from her life, and instead making her feel relieved, it made her ache for him.
Ashamed to admit it, she knew she'd fallen in love with him. She had been ready at that moment when she thought she'd have to be with him for eternity. She'd been willingly read to marry him, to love him, to be the queen of his night. That kiss, so filled with longing, had never left her. He felt it too; she knew he did, with just the way he looked at her after it. He'd felt the trueness, the fire, the burning passion between their lips when they'd touched.
So why did he push her away? Why did he make her go with Raoul? Especially after he told her "Christine, I love you".
And she'd just stood there silently, too scared to say what she knew she should've. She loved him too. But all she did was give him back the ring, and walk away to leave with Raoul. And that was it. The music of the night was over, the Phantom finally at rest. And her heart was shattered in pieces.
Christine looked at her reflection, so haunted and pale. She longed for him, much as she denied it. She couldn't take looking in the mirror anymore.
She stood up, and realized what she had to do. She had to find him.