A/N: At first, this was published as a oneshot. However, I found skeletons of chapters I had forgotten in my closet, and decided to compile them into a somewhat organized story. This is somewhay of a prolouge.
This Chapter is dedicated to Hope, however small.
Without which, our world would crumble.
A Song Worth Remembering
She had made a mistake two years ago today. We were too young. She thought sadly. We didn't understand love…..I didn't understand. Many a time did she think of the life she once knew, of the songs she once sang, of the man who had led her into a world that entirely revolved around music. Of the man who taught her to lose herself within that world. Of the man who she had loved, but never admitted her love towards. And as she thought of these things, her heart became so filled with sorrow, that she ran outside into her garden. Raoul could never know of her feelings. It would break his heart. Or at least….she thought it would. This past year had been in turmoil. She and Raoul had grown further and further apart. They had even discussed a divorce; they had married too young they said. But then, Clara had been born, and a divorce would have scarred Raoul's social reputation. Christine wouldn't have given up her daughter for anything, but Clara's birth clinched her marriage, and she could not leave. As she wandered through her garden in beautiful Italy, an urge to sing again overcame her. The feeling surprised her. She hadn't sung a note since she had left the opera house; it would have been too painful. But a song that she had sang once upon a happier time stuck in her memory, and she began to sing. She couldn't remember all of the words, and her voice was a little strained from lack of use, but it was still beautiful. And so, to the tune of a song that her Angel of Music had taught her, Christine sang the following words.
Think of me, Think of me fondly though we've said goodbye. Remember me, as I do you. Please promise me you'll try. Now I've found, that once again I long, to try again to be with you. My heart always and forever, will belong to you.
Voices fade, the sound of music fades, lasting a second or two. But one thing that never fades is my true love for you. So think of all the things we've shared and seen. I cry over the way things might have been.
Think of me, Think of me haply though I have hurt you, I'm sorry; I shouldn't have done what I indeed did do. Recall those days, look back on all those times, think of the things we'll never do. Will you ever think of me, the way I think of you?
Dreams don't last, these years flew by so fast, and you don't know how I've missed you. My heart will forever break, until I can see you.
Two people heard her that day. One was Raoul De Changy, who had come outside to find his wife and wish her a happy wedding anniversary. But when he heard her song, he went back inside, furious at her, and tried to ignore her. The other was not anywhere near her. And was in fact hundreds of miles away. But a bond had been forged between them years ago, and weak though it was, her song had been sung from her heart, and he heard it. And so at the same time Raoul was fuming, far, far away, in an old Opera house, a man near death lifted his head, and sobbed. Remembering the days when she was his student, and he her Angel of Music.
A/N: Yes, yes. I know! Blatant lyrical insertion. Do not worry! This is the only chapter in which I will be guilty of such a crime...maybe.
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