You Belong With Me
Written by CearaIvory
Summary: Continuation of "Teardrops". Meg has been going to Erik's secret home every day since the incident, believing that he has truly abandoned it. However, one of her visits prove otherwise. Is this the chance she'd been praying for? Can she help Erik to heal from his heartbreak and prove that she loves him in ways that Christine never could?
Prologue:
She and her mother had found Christine and Raoul easily enough and they were now living with them in Raoul's home. She had tried to get Christine to tell her exactly what had happened, but her friend was tight-lipped about the whole ordeal. Raoul wasn't any better. Neither of them even thought to wonder why she wanted to know. They assumed she was just being the curious, nosy kitten that she always was.
Seven days later…
"Mother…do you think he's gone for good?" Meg dared to ask.
Madame Giry folded some washing. "Oh, I don't know Meg. That place was all he ever knew as a home. But that was only while it was secret from the rest of the world. But don't worry, dear. Even if he does return, he can't do any more harm."
So, even her own mother, Madame Giry, once the Phantom's greatest supporter, protector even his rescuer, had decided that he was something evil. Not even her own mother could tell that she was hurting, and not from fear.
She retreated to her room and found among her things, the white mask that she had taken that night. She held it to her. "If only I had tried to talk to you. If only I'd known sooner what I felt for you. If only I hadn't been so stupid." She looked out the window at the shimmering moon. She felt a yearning to leave and go back to that place where he had been. As she had been doing every night for the past week. As nimbly as her skills as a dancer would allow, she slipped out the window and climbed carefully down the trellis.
She didn't know why she kept returning to that place. To that dark, dank makeshift home built into the catacombs of Paris. She didn't know what she was hoping to find. Every night was the same, empty save for the possessions he'd left behind. She wouldn't have cared if the room had been jammed full of all the gold in the world, without him, it was empty. She knew she was only drowning in her heartache, coming back here over and over, night after night but she didn't care. It was the only chance she knew she might ever have of seeing him again.
Quietly she slipped through the passages that she had carefully marked since seven days ago, finding the short cuts and safest way through. Just being in those familiar passages gave some sense of comfort. The silence hung over her, making her question why she bothered coming quietly. It wasn't like there was anyone to hear her.
At least, she didn't think there was. As she grew closer to her destination however, she imagined she could hear an organ playing a sweet melody. It took her back to the last time she'd seen him, singing his pleas of love to Christine on that prop-bridge.
AN: I'm going to end it there. Is it really her imagination, or has someone returned?