I

The Wedding Ring.


Tears had flown like the Seine River down to her pale cheeks.

He was crying, and she was too, she did not know whose tears were the most.

He knelt down in front of her.

He kissed the hem of her dress.

He cried louder, adding to the vast despair of her sorrow.

Erik was treating her like a fragile Goddess. She isn't.

She wanted to stop him, but she was numb, her body was numb and weak with various emotions, ceasing her thoughts and actions. She stood still, crystal tears raining down, ready to dissolve in the cold, despairing air.

She'd almost forgotten the ring if she hadn't clenched her fist. It sparkled through the darkness.

She finally moves, groggily joining him on the ground. She puts a hand on his shoulder, shaking off his delusional reverie. Her voice was hoarse, yet strong. He has to believe.

"I am not leaving you."


UNKNOWNYMUSE:

Yes, I know, I'm still in the 'Denial Stage'.

This will be basically short arrangements on the aftermath of the book, IF Christine chooses to stay with The Phantom.

DISCLAIMER: PLEASE STOP ASSUMING THAT I OWN THE PHANTOM OF THE OPERA (AS MUCH I WOULD LIKE TO), IT ALL BELONGS TO MONSIEUR GASTON LEROUX. SO NO LAWSUIT REQUIRED.

THIS IS JUST A WHAT IF STORY.

FOR MY LOVELY PHANS ;)