The time is very off this takes place after Christine leaves the phantom, who in my mind is the 2004, and takes place before the attack on rue plummet. Éponine's story is going to be a little different than her real story. Enjoy and review. Also the age difference creeps me out so Erik is only a little bit older than Éponine. Italics are singing.
I took a new habit of walking the streets of Paris at night, because sometimes, I swear I can hear her voice. The voice is untrained, and more mezzo-soprano, but it's still a voice of an angel; however it appears when I get too close, it disappears. I know she's haunting me. I can never get her out of my mind.
"Christine." I breathed, taking in the comfort of her name, feeling the strange bitter sweet warmth it always supplies me. I know I shouldn't let myself give in to my emotions like that; it only brings me heartbreak later on.
Heartbreak, the word was certainly no stranger to me, after all, that's the emotion of my life. i had once promised myself to put up walls around my heart, so no one could come in and take and break it ever again. I remember the day a girl came in my life, and my walls started crumbling.
I heard crying in another room. It was the crying of a child. I didn't recognize the crying, so I was curious to see who it was, but I told myself it was none of my business. That's when I heard the voice, like an angel, an angel singing about an angel of music. I knew, with a voice like that, I could not ignore her pains. I had to talk to her. But who was I to say I was?
"Hush child," I sang to her. Her head jerked up in fear. "Do not be afraid of me, don't cry. Tell me my child, what is your name?"
"I'm called Christine." The child sang with the most beautiful voice. She looked up, with her tear stained eyes, large, and chocolate brown like her wildly curly hair. I called myself her angel of music, and took her as my student. She was too close to my age to be a fatherly sort of love, so I loved her as a friend before as a lover. Little did I know of what was bound later to happen.
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Paris at night. It's the only time I feel safe. Ironic, it also being the time thieves and killers runs about. Killers like my father and his lot. Still, I take this time to be alone with my thoughts, that is, my thoughts of him. When the sun sets in the sky, that is the time those thoughts come to life. It is the only time I allow myself to sing. I wouldn't want to give anyone the displeasure of hearing me sing in the day, but as no one is around to hear it, and it is my only escape from my cruel world, I allow myself to partake in it.
"On my own," I started, with Marius holding my hand beside me. "Pretending he's beside me all alone, I walk with him till morning. Without him, I feel his arms around me. And when I lose my way I close my eyes and he has found me." I turned the corner, as my imaginary rain started, rain, like the night is my only form of happiness. I sang about it until my more saddening thoughts took over my imagination and brought me unwillingly back into the real world, as my elegant river was nothing but the water running into the sewers, and the trees were only full of clouds. I try not to allow myself out of my world of Marius, but every night, someone, another shadow, comes chasing me, so I run. I don't know who it is, probably Montparnasse, but I want to be careful. As the sun rose in the sky, my thoughts turned to the beating I would get if I didn't return home soon. My parents didn't know I wandered the streets at night, and would be very cross, should I come home without any money. As I walked, I couldn't help but notice a shadow watching me.