Raoul. I roll the name around in my mouth, delicately tasting its bitter poison. She may have loved me, but I can now see the truth.
The fool I am! Never once did I connect that rosy flush with that worm of a vicomte. Childishly I let my hope deceive me into the belief that her happy look, her smiling charm, was for me! But who am I? The voice of a false angel- all beauty, whereas in fact I hide from the world with only my hideousness as constant companion.
The hours I spend with her are the happiest I've known. Why, I almost forget... When the revelation about de Chagny came today, I knew immediately my folly. In an angered daze I sent the innocent girl away, deaf to her pleading. She thought I was angry with her, but it is only myself that can be blamed.
I love Christine; how can I hate the one who makes her eyes alight with such a glow? I can feed her soul with my music but that young man with the too-good demeanor has no concept of anything beyond his handsome face. He attends the opera not for the music but to gorge himself upon the glorious spectacle, to think of my Christine...Watch yourself carefully, Raoul de Chagny.
~*~ Author's Note: Just a bit of angst I felt like spewing forth with. Will proably be continued, with the POV of both Cristine and Raoul. Sorry, this looked a lot longer on paper...guess I write big. This is small deviation from my other fic- I'm having a bit of writer's block. R&R if you like this, but especially if you don't! Erik's characteris so complex, there's no way for any one person to have it down (however much we'd like to!).
The fool I am! Never once did I connect that rosy flush with that worm of a vicomte. Childishly I let my hope deceive me into the belief that her happy look, her smiling charm, was for me! But who am I? The voice of a false angel- all beauty, whereas in fact I hide from the world with only my hideousness as constant companion.
The hours I spend with her are the happiest I've known. Why, I almost forget... When the revelation about de Chagny came today, I knew immediately my folly. In an angered daze I sent the innocent girl away, deaf to her pleading. She thought I was angry with her, but it is only myself that can be blamed.
I love Christine; how can I hate the one who makes her eyes alight with such a glow? I can feed her soul with my music but that young man with the too-good demeanor has no concept of anything beyond his handsome face. He attends the opera not for the music but to gorge himself upon the glorious spectacle, to think of my Christine...Watch yourself carefully, Raoul de Chagny.
~*~ Author's Note: Just a bit of angst I felt like spewing forth with. Will proably be continued, with the POV of both Cristine and Raoul. Sorry, this looked a lot longer on paper...guess I write big. This is small deviation from my other fic- I'm having a bit of writer's block. R&R if you like this, but especially if you don't! Erik's characteris so complex, there's no way for any one person to have it down (however much we'd like to!).