A Change in Plot
Chills shook Christine's body. Bitter winds howled at the top of their lungs. It was freezing. Snow drifted desolately to the ground. Yet still, there she was. All alone she sat outside of the opera house. Miserably the distraught tears clung to her face.
"Christine?" It was Meg. Her tiny body quivered and she came outside.
"Are you alright? You should really come inside. You're going to get yourself terribly sick."
Christine could not respond. The aching heartbreak took over all the strength she had. Meg pulled her up, and helped her inside.
"This can't be happening. I won't believe it!" Christine weakly yet hysterically cried.
"I'm so sorry, Christine. I-… It was-…No one ever-…Oh, Christine!" Meg threw her arms around her best friend. They fell to the floor, both sobbing. They clutched on to each other, weeping over Christine's loss.
"How could this happen to me?" Christine thought to herself. "He was well! He was completely healthy! This is impossible." The words of the doctor rang over and over in her head.
" He had an infection on his leg. I guess he didn't want you to worry, so he didn't speak of it. Awfully sorry, Miss." His words hit like a vicious dog's teeth, sinking furiously into her heart.
"Christine," Meg said. " I wish it wasn't so, but… he really is gone. He will be buried tomorrow. I hope you attend the funeral. I'll do all that I can to help you."
"So, this isn't all a dream. It's true. He's…"
"Yes." Meg said in a tearful voice. "Raul is dead."