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A/N: I noticed there was a lot of unjustified Raoul-hate fics out there, so I decided to make a sweet RXC fic. Enjoy! The song is by Five For Fighting. Btw, I know that they first met and fell in love when they were fourteen, but what's one year?
I'm fifteen for a moment
Caught in between ten and twenty
And I'm just dreaming
Counting the ways to where you are
Raoul de Chagny loved the country side in Sweden. He loved the meadows, the fresh air, the absolute feeling of freedom that it gave off.
But what he loved most of all was the sea, for it was the sea that caused him to meet the beautiful girl who had lost her scarf in it.
He was mesmerized by this girl's voice and beauty. He had followed her from village to village just to hear her sing. And now, because of this wonderful sea, he had a chance to actually talk to her.
So, with no thought to his clothing or the windy weather, he jumped into the sea to retrieve the soaked piece of red yarn. After emerging soaked to the bone, he handed the angel back her scarf.
"Thank you so very much!" the angel cried. "I thought this would be lost for sure." And with that, he wrapped her pale arms around his wet torso.
Suddenly, she let go and a lovely blush covered her cheeks. "Oh, please forgive me for being so forward! I'm just so happy." She paused, then stuck out her hand, "My name is Christine Daae."
Christine,he thought, such a beautiful name. He shook her hand and replied proudly "I am the Vicomte Raoul de Chagny". Perhaps his title would impress her.
"Oh, so you are French? My poor mother was from France. Her name was also Christine..." the angel trailed off, a sad look striking her features. But then she lit up again.
"You must come meet my Papa! I'm sure he'd love to meet the young man who had rescued my scarf".
She grabbed his hand and began to tug him forward.
"Wait-" he started, suddenly remembering his governess. Particularly how angry she would be to see him this wet.
"Oh, please come! I so want you to meet Papa. He's the best fiddler in all of Sweden, you know!"
One look into her pleading eyes, and he knew that he would never deny her anything.
And so they spent a wonderful summer together. They listened to her father play the violin, went on picnics, and told each other stories. Most often, the story of Little Lotte and the Angel of Music. Christine liked it so much, he began to call her his own "Little Lotte".
When autumn came, they both knew that he had to leave. His brother Phillipe was going to send him off to a boarding school where they would teach him some military skills. They both stood in her backyard, trying not to cry.
"I'll never forget you, Little Lotte" he said.
She looked down for a long moment before looking tearfully into his eyes.
"I love you Raoul", she cried. The next thing he knew, they were sharing a long passionate kiss.
This, he thought, is surely the greatest moment of my life.
After they broke apart, his angel ran back into her home, sobbing her poor eyes out. How he wished he could run after her! But he knew he had to leave. But at that moment he decided something.
I don't care that she's a peasant. I don't care that my family will never approve. I don't care what society thinks. One day, I will make you mine, Christine, my angel. I promise.
So, there's chapter one. Chapter two will be out either later today or tomorrow. And it will probably be very long. If anyone wants to beta this, let me know. :)
