A Deeper Understanding

by Cherrycoffycake

Christine has finally chosen. But she abruptly realises that she knows not even the name of the man she loves. After earning his trust, Christine asks him one painful question. She needs to know. She needs to know everything from the Phantoms past. He must uproot and relive the painful buried memories of so many years ago, and finally, all three can look to the future together.

1. Chapter 1

Anxiously, he waited on the wing, his eyes fixated on his beloved. The curtain was still closed, but would drop at any moment. He noticed the pesk vicomte as he paced the other wing, a grimace plastered on his ragged features. His Angel stood in between, centre stage, glancing between the two. A troubled look crossed her eyes, bewildered and confused. Unsure and indecisive.

The Phantom, who remained frozen, was desperately trying to read her every thought by her eyes. Oh, yes. Her Angel could read her emotions so well. He knew if she was upset, if she was trying to hide her sadness, or if she was even unsure whether not to be upset. He could tell if she was happy, excited, content, or if she was nervous or anticipating. All at a glance. But tonight there were so many emotions, so many thoughts swirling around in her head, it was impossible to keep track. He was trying to predict if she would sing for him and stay with him, or leave him to live out the rest of his pathetic life alone and depressed, to sum it up. He was just about to give up and just go back to hoping against hope, not unlike the imbecile across the way.

Said imbecile was at the moment frowning and cursing at the ground. The Phantom was quite efficient in lip reading, as sometimes it was the only way to pick up vital information about the going ons of the theatre. But, the fop was muttering non-sense, so after scowling at the man, the Phantom shifted his eyes back to his Christine.

But then, there was something else. Something smaller than a sliver of an emotion creased her brow. Suddenly this sliver of an emotion grew. Like she had, in her mind, stumbled upon a whole new prospect. As if she had suddenly uncovered a remarkable revelation. And no more than a few seconds later, the vicomtess raised her chin, a curve on her lips, a new spark in her eye.

The Phantom didn't get time to ponder this new spirit in her eyes, when he was snapped from his thoughts as the curtain was called.

The curtain pulled back to reveal a beautiful young woman with swirling auburn hair cascading over the shoulders of an elegant royal blue dress.

She then proceeded to open her lips, and the purest sound one could imagine escaped from somewhere between them. These sounds were then weaved into a mesmerising, pure and unearthly melody, that when all the precious sound had left the Angels lips in that sacred last drop of pure heaven, there wasn't a dry eye in the house. There was a pause as everyone absorbed the euphoric finale, in shock, before the place erupted in applaud and standing ovations. But no one could have been more shocked, nor in such a state of awe and indeed, extacy, than the Phatom.