This is my 4th fan fiction up on this sight. For those who have read my previous ones, I am sorry I havent updated in two months. I will begin to try as soon as I can, so sorry for abandoning those three.
Note: I own nothing in the Phantom of the Opera, I am just a fan who wondered what it would be like if Christine Daae and Erik got together.
She looked back once more at him, the one who inspired her voice. Her eyes reflected sadness as she turned away from him. 'I'm sorry…' She thought as she drifted farther from him, on the river that first showed her who he really was. Her gaze turned toward the man next to her, his gaze fixed on the water ahead of him. Slowly her young heart began to ache, but Christine did not know what for. Was it the fact that she would finally be free from the torture of the infamous Opera Ghost, or was it the fact that she would never see him again.
"Christine, are you okay?" A gentle, smooth voice asked from beside her.
"Yah, I'm just glad to get out of there." Her small voice replied reassuringly as she softly smiled up to him. "Why?"
"You seem so distant, that's not really like you that's all."
"Just thinking, that's all." Christine replied once again, giving a soft sigh as she eyed her reflection. 'About what I dare not say.'
"Okay, and don't worry. He will never come anywhere near you, if he makes it through this fiery hell he calls his own." Raoul said with a cocky tone, which made her roll her eyes all the while sneaking a look back at her past. Her brown eyes met the ones of the man who inspired her voice all those many years ago. In his eyes she saw all his sadness and torture he faced in the many years to come, if he could make it out alive.
When he looked back into hers he saw something he never thought he would ever see, regret for what she did to him. "Christine, I love you." Erik softly whispered into the heavy air as he turned his back to her, wondering if his face wasn't so disfigured then she would love him and not Raoul. On his lips he could still feel her, a feeling so pleasant that he never could dream to deserve such a feeling as this. Wishing that she would come back to him and forget all she has seen, all the wrong doing he has committed to so many people. He caught sight of his reflection in the mirror, the monster that he was. With all his anger and rage, Erik picked up a golden candle holder and smashed each mirror until only small shards remained. He heard the chanting of the policemen and angry members of the opera house and ran, ran from everything he ever knew to be his home.
