My first Phantom fic, I started it about a year ago and finally decided to post it, please R&R!
If You Love Me
Christine walked into the apartment underneath the opera house and saw that it was in a terrible state; the sitting room was covered in torn paper, a musical manuscript. "Don Juan Triumphant" she realised sadly. Christine walked into her own room and saw that the walls were coated in blood, her own she realised, from her earlier suicide attempt. She reached up and felt the blood drying in her hair, "stupid" she thought to herself, now that she thought about it she could have just as easily drowned herself in her bathtub or slit her throat with a letter opener from her bureau, though she was glad that she hadn't.
She looked up to her bed and saw Nadir sitting on the edge of it watching over Erik's sleeping form. "He's sleeping" He said softly, without looking up
"I see," she told him, "is he okay?"
"He's fine." Was his simple reply, but then he added "He hasn't got long though." Christine walked over to the bed and looked down at Erik. He seemed so vulnerable while he slept, almost child like. As she gazed at his almost peaceful face, she began to cry. Tears dripped down her face and fell upon Erik's. He woke as her tears rolled over his mouth.
"Christine!" he announced, "You came back."
"I couldn't bear to be without you" she cried, as she wrapped her arms around him and Nadir slowly slipped out the room, leaving them alone.
"I never expected you to return to me," he sobbed, "I thought you were gone forever."
"So did I," she admitted "I never thought I would come back here again."
Erik sat up in the bed and looked Christine in the eyes "But you did," he said "and that's what's important." He slowly wrapped his arms around her and she pulled him closer. "But I'm dying Christine, you can't stay."
"I know" she replied sadly, "but I wish I didn't have to."
They sat for a while in silence before Erik quietly asked, "Christine, could I ask you to do one last thing for me before I die?"
"Of course!" she exclaimed distressed by his current state, "anything!" "Christine," he continued "do you love me?"