Hello, I'm gonna attempt to write a longer fic with more than a few chapters. This will be hard for me. I have mad writing skillz, but I find it difficult to form a story out of my work... I can write a few pages that are beautifully composed, yet I can't make everything work into a plot! So, please send me any ideas for how this story should continue. Thanks!
Note: This follows the "I remember.../ Stranger than you dreamt it..." scene. Kind of a blend of the musical, the movie, Leroux Phantom, and Susan Kay Phantom… Mostly musical/movie…
Christine's POV:
My dear Angel had fallen. Not physically of course, he was much too sure-footed, even in the darkness enveloping us, to stumble. But, he had fallen emotionally, fallen and shattered apart... All because of me...
Why did I rip the mask from his face? Looking back, it seems like it was an awfully cruel and cold-hearted thing of me to do... It had been cruel. Even as he screamed and cursed at me, I could see that he was filled with much more sadness and pain than he was rage...
This man before me had more sadness in his eyes than I thought was humanly possible for one heart to hold...
I'd pierced a dagger through his heart by unmasking him. For some reason, I had to see the face of my Angel... I had to know what was under that mask, I had to know...
Though I wished that I wouldn't have torn the mask from his face. I would rather have gone without satisfying my curiosity than to see my Angel so utterly destroyed right now.
Why should I care that I've hurt this man? He lied to me, kidnapped me, he's the infamous Phantom of the Opera-he's dangerous... And yet, I don't care about that. He was my Angel of Music, and still is. The Angel that taught me, cared about me, protected me, was here before me. Not as some celestial, divine being, but as a living, breathing man... A man who loved me with all his heart... I loved my Angel... Maybe a could learn to love this man...
" I-I'm so sorry", that was all I could think of to say.
Slowly, I handed him the white, leathery mask. He immediately placed it over his distorted flesh. I watch him sit there disconsolate and unmoving. Bravely, I came closer to him and embraced him... I wrapped my arms around him ever so tenderly. He stiffened and appeared shocked by my comforting gesture.
Still having my arms around him, I continued, "I truly am sorry... I shouldn't have taken off your mask... I never meant to hurt you..."
I began to cry like I was a little girl. After several moments, he placed his arm around my shaking, sobbing form. I didn't move a muscle.
"Christine, my angel, please... do not cry... I can't bear to see you sad..."
He kept his arm around me and I made no attempt to shake it off. It felt... good to have my Angel so near. I stayed there with my head resting against his chest, listening to his breathing and inhaling the soft scent of his cologne. My tears stopped and a strange feeling of calm came over me.
My Angel dropped his arm from around me and stood.
"Come, Christine, we must return... Those two fools who run my theatre will be missing you."
If I had been given the choice to leave only a few minutes previously, I would have went back to the world above in a heartbeat... My Angel's fury had been so intense after I unmasked him that all I wanted was to left this hell beneath the opera... Now though, after seeing all the sadness and agony in my Angel's eyes, I couldn't stand to cause him pain by my leaving.
"Christine, come." He held his hand out to me, but I didn't take it.
"But... will you be alright...?"
He just stared at me with a puzzled look on the unmasked side of his face. I repeated my question,
"If... if I go, will you be okay?" Repeating his words, I added, "I can't bear to see you sad."
I was unable to read his expression. He turned his back to me.
"Christine, just leave. I am well accustomed to solitude and misery..."
It was so dark, but I swear that I saw a tear trickle down his cheek... It broke my heart. I stood and approached him without fear.
"Then, I'll stay with you... You don't have to be alone."
