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Christine, leaning back with her hands bolstering her behind her, sat on a beach towel gazing into the darkness of the sea as the sky was now only a mere shade of orange. Patiently waiting for Raoul to return with her cloak, she considered the past few days. Three days after their wedding night, Raoul and Christine decided to travel to Hawaii for their honeymoon, and it was full of love and happiness. However, thoughts of the last time she saw Erik still endured as a horrible pestilence and twice already she woke in a cold sweat in the middle of the night following a nightmare she could never remember. His voice seemed it would always be a constant; sometimes, when it was just her or quiet, she could hear his soft whispers. Christine shook her head, her blond curls bouncing on her shoulders. Though Erik had been frightening, she would always remember him as her Angel of Music.
"Christine?" A soft voice inquired beside her. Raoul had sat down next to her with a look of concern. She hadn't even noticed him!
With a smile, she said, "Just watching the waves, dear." Her statement seemed to appease him and he nodded whilst tying the cloak around her neck and then proceeding to wrap his arm around her shoulders and following her eyes out to the sea. Christine continued to smile while leaning her head on his chest. She adored his lovingness and pure concern for her well-being. With Raoul, she felt safe and placid. With Erik, she was on constant alert due to his explosive anger and, considering she knew him to be a very mentally unstable man, wondering if his mind would finally just break…
But she decided not to dwell on those thoughts at the moment. When they would leave to Perros-Guirec, however, she knew it would be unavoidable: then, she would be concerned with when Erik would die. Before he allowed her to go, he made her promise to return, when he died, one night and bury him with the greatest secrecy by the lake with the gold ring he told her to wear until then. She still wore it, though around her neck, as her ring finger now had a diamond too beautiful to describe.
Yet, with Raoul by her side, she felt herself finally at rest.
Upon returning to Perros-Guirec, she read one line in the paper that caused her face to turn ashen white: ERIK IS DEAD.
I just wrote this for a school assignment for tenth grade honors English, and decided to upload it as a one-shot in hopes I can get a little more publicity for my other stories. Anyway, thank you for reading even this far. Please review!