Disclaimer: I do not own The Phantom of The Opera. That lies solely in the hands of the genius mind of Gaston Leroux.
One year has gone by since the infamous phantom of the opera destroyed the Opera Populair. in these fateful twelve months, Raoul and Christine's wedding has been planned to take place in three months, a new opera house is being reconstructed out of an old bank and is almost completely finished thanks to rushed construction workers, and Madame Giry has taken ill and has been bed stricken since that night that Erik's heart was shattered. Christine, being forced to leave the opera house, came to live with Raoul in his mansion out side of the city.
Christine sat on the balcony of Raoul's and hers room watching the sun finally set under a dark blue and purple sky. Christine gazed, mesmerized, at the night as she began to shiver.
Three months... An almost intoxicatingly nerve racking wait. I'll be bound to Raoul for an eternity before I know it, she thought carelessly. I wonder what might of happened if I had actually thought about Raoul's proposal. The opera house would of still been here today is for certain. If only I hadn't been caught up in the heat of the moment... He had been so romantic that I had just blurted out yes like a child would being offered candy! It doesn't matter though. I'm happy I said yes. I love him.. I think... Christine thought worriedly and alone. She sighed and than screamed when someone grabbed her shoulders and spun her around.
"Raoul!" Christine gasped delighted to see him. "who did you think it was little lotte? a monster perhaps?" Christine kissed his cheek and rolled her eyes. "Come little lotte! Let your mind wonder about our wedding day. It's coming up too quickly and deserves some planning." Raoul cried taking her hand and leading her from the balcony. "Must we worry about it now? We've been planning it all day! I think we should rest, maybe have some fun?" Christine said pushing all thoughts from the balcony from her mind.
What was I thinking? I love him and was too drunk with the sunset to remember, she thought kissing his neck. Christine breathed deeply and smelled soap as Raoul held her close easing into her hold.
He pulled her from his neck and kissed her lightly on the lips. He pulled away tiredly. "Maybe tomorrow... Today has been quite tiring. I promise you when all this wedding stuff is taken care of, we will have the whole day to ourselves to have fun" He said kissing her playfully on the lips.
"Alright my love." She sighed pulling away a little disappointed. She turned to her small closet where she began to undress for bed and once again, let her mind wander...
Again! This is the 4th night he's refused. I know what he's up too.. trying to hold it off till we're married I presume. It is the proper thing to do, but who's to know if it is or not? it's not like we'll be performing in a crowd or something..she laughed quietly at herself for thinking something as stupid as that. if I was to know about this sooner, I would have told him to plan the wedding sooner. whatever, as he is my fiance, I respect his decision. or, he wants to save his innocence for the one he truly loves.. Christine thought with horror.
Shakily, she slipped in to her night gown and slid under the covers. That's not a very good reason though, otherwise why would he want to marry me? T' was a stupid thought. she now thought. I can be so naive sometimes.. Raoul slipped into bed besides her and snaked his arm around her waist. "Good night my lotte. I love you." He whispered softly in her ear. Christine smiled and whispered back, "Good night. I love you too." Only
this night, she did not mean it.
Her heart wasn't in it as it always was and she knew. She lie awake for hours thinking about what she said. I love you. I usually feel it in my heart when I say it. I love you. I don't feel that warmth... Maybe that's just how it is after a while... You say it, but your heart already knows it. Probably it.. It has to be. Just in case, she thought about all the times with Raoul that she has been most happy and finally drifted off.
She dreamed of Raoul and her sitting in the Opera Populair in box 5 watching the play, Don Juan take place. the same play that Erik had created and starred in. The show that ended the Opera Populair. She stepped on to the stage and opened her mouth to sing, when she gasped, she wore no gown and was nude! Everyone laughed as she struggled to cover her body. she went to run of the stage but was being held down with cold metal heads of Raoul. Meanwhile, Raoul was laughing along with everyone else and pointing as well.
"Raoul! Help me please!" He looked at her with disgust and shook his head . Christine started to cry when suddenly Erik ran out to her. He wrapped his cape around her and stood in front of everyone's view. He tore off his mask and everyone burst in to flames! The screams of the damned echoed throughout the audience.
She looked up in to his stunning green eyes and spoke from the heart "Erik! I love you." Even in the dream she felt the warmth that she felt when Raoul held her only much more powerfully. She woke up with a jolt, the warmth vanishing from her mind. Oh you've got to be kidding me!