I am Finally Going Home

by littlemissdarkprincess

It has been ten years since the tragic fire of the old Opera House and Christine finally decides it is time to go back to Paris and fix it up again. But what if the Phantom still wishes for Christine to be his? Is he even still alive? Just read on to find out. Please enjoy. This is my first fan fiction.

1. Chapter 1

It had been ten years after the incident at the old opera house I used to call 'home'. It was home in my eyes with all the singing and dancing. Everyone there was so unique and it was a place I felt I belonged. But now my home is just a pile of rubble and ash with no life or colour. It was burnt down by the cruelty of myself, my husband and the people of the opera house. It was my fault. I broke my Phantom of the operas heart, along with my own.

Now I live in a large mansion in New York. It is a wonderful place but it wasn't and never will be my home. Raoul has been good to me, treat me like a queen but still something feels missing. It has since the tragedy of my home. I sometimes dream of the night he took me down to his lair and the magical feeling of his hand gently pulling me in the right direction of the cave.

"Christine, are you coming? The ship will be sailing in an hour," Raoul said as he walked into the room. His handsome face leaned down to kiss my cheek and I smiled at his affection.

"Of course darling. They are ready back in Paris?" I asked turning back to the mirror as he leaned his chin on my shoulder.

"Yes. Everything is prepared for the reconstruction. Are you sure you want to do this?" he asked me looking at me through the mirror. I nodded.

"I am certain. The opera house should be full of colour and life. This is something I have to do," I said stubbornly. Raoul had a concerned look on his face but he finally decided to let it go.

"I will wait outside in the carriage. See you in a minute, darling," he kissed my cheek and walked out of the room. I knew he knew I still had feelings for the phantom which I cannot truthfully say it is not true.

I finally went down to the carriage to go to the ship. Me nor Raoul said a word to each other as we travelled through the crowded streets of New York. I felt bad that I couldn't love him like I should but I couldn't change my feelings.

When we arrived at the harbour, a man helped me out of the carriage and we all went onto the boat. The ship was large and held restaurants and ballrooms and everything seemed so romantic. The horn of the ship made a noise and the ship began to move. Only one thought went through my head as the ship set off on the journey: 'I am finally going home'.