Hell, Only Smaller

by Dreams.of.Dreams.of.Dreams

After 10 years of leaving the Phantom, she heard that he was caught right after her departure and was, all this time, living in that mental asylum for a decade. After some hard times with Raoul she decided it was time to take a visit. What unexpected wonders will Christine find in the Phantom's room and what reaction will the Phantom give her? Forgiveness? Or just plain ignoration?

Christines POV:

My Hands were bare on his ice-cold hands, his, holding a silver small glittering ring that I handed back to him a moment ago. He was… very tense, leaning towards me, knees were glued to the brown marble-like floor. Raoul had retrieved that one, small boat that rowed me across the river twice, waving at me like some kind of lunatic. Well at that time I wasn't focused at that, but those piercing , pleading amber gold eyes that were filled with sorrow and despair , his face all covered with a blanket of hope, that I wouldn't leave him and everything will be fine. At this point I felt as if this was some kind of life decision. Raoul started to yell but of course I ignored him. I could see him gulp as he was waiting for my answer. To leave or to stay.

My voice was struggling to move past that huge bump in my throat, and I think I managed to squeak out something that said "i'm so sorry".

I wasn't sure whether he heard that or not until droplets of pure sadness started to roll down his cheeks. I knew I didn't have to say anything else, neither did he, but he barely and just barley choked out the word

"go".

Immediately, of course, I sprinted… or was it stumbled? No I'm not quite sure, but my vision was all blurred ,my breathing was uneven and really, the gown I wore was not helping at all. I was so tired already, my legs filled with explosions of pain. They wanted to stop so badly, unfortunately my brain isn't some kind of quitter and is indeed stubborn. Why did I sprint anyways? I thought to myself. Why didn't I stay by his side? Why didn't I ... say a proper goodbye?

Just before I collapsed I felt two arms sweep me up and put me down in a sitting position. I couldn't feel my body not even my eyes, but my consciousness was still there. Somehow the platform I have been laid down on isn't stable and it was as if we were floating. I was sure I was losing my consciousness until there was a sudden manly scream. I was terrified. I felt myself tearing up again, my hands wanting to reach out to him one last time, but by then my mind turned off the switches and I was gone.