His One and Only
Disclaimer: I do not own The Phantom of the Opera…
A/N: This has been in my head for quite awhile, and since its short, I figured I'd actually write it down… or type it… whatever works… If someone else has written this, I swear I haven't seen it…
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Beautiful eyes stare back into his as he gazed upon his beloved. He smiled and shook his head, wondering how he could have been so blessed.
"You're so beautiful…" he said, reaching up a hand to brush away a stray hair. Slowly, they put their hands together, palm to palm, fingertip to fingertip.
"I love you," he said before leaning forward until the ruby red lips met his.
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Later that day…
Christine entered Raoul's room, a confused look on her face.
"Raoul?" she asked her fiancé, "Why is there lipstick on my mirror?"
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Fin
So…. What'd you think? I don't like Raoul much… obviously…