Disclaimer: I do not own The Phantom of the Opera or any of the Characters in it. Gaston Leroux does.
Time Goes By
Prologue
A.N.- Many of you are probably wondering…why is she writing prologue in the middle of the story. Well, my beta tester…Pink Spider11 made a few big pointers so I am going to follow them. If it is your first time reading my story, just read through. If you come to read every chapter that I update, then read the prologue and go back to where you were. Enjoy!
"You alone can make my song take flight; it's over now the Music of the Night!"
Christine couldn't bear to turn around, and see what she had done. All she heard were the smashing of mirrors. Tears were running down her face. She couldn't let Raoul see her face. She looked down.
"Christine, you're free...What's wrong?" He saw her face.
"I feel so bad. He loved me, more than life itself, and I just shattered his heart into a million pieces."
"But Christine you made your choice, you don't love him do you?"
She wasn't so sure. Did she love him? Just a little while ago when she was singing in Don Juan him, she felt a feeling that she had never experienced before, was that love? It didn't matter anyway, she was marrying Raoul.
"Of course not, Raoul, I love you."
For the next month, Christine lived at the de Chagny mansion. Life was different there. There was a maid for everything that Christine wished to do: like making her bed, or what to have for breakfast, or even what to wear. Christine knew Raoul loved her, but she felt like she was floating away from the picture. Christine wasn't even sure of the date of her wedding because Raoul was planning the whole wedding. The only part that Christine got to take part in was choosing her dress.
Finally it was time. Her wedding day. This should have been the happiest day of her life, but why wasn't Christine as happy as she wanted herself to be?