You Promised You Loved Me
Christine sneaked back into the house, silently praying that the door would close noiselessly. She bent down and carefully took off her heels. She hung her coat in the closet and quickly checked herself in the reflection of the hall mirror. Her fair skin was tainted a faint pink, her eyes creased at the corners due to her unending smile. She pulled the pin from her careless updo, and her hair cascaded down and around her shoulders, framing the fine features of her face.
As Christine made her way upstairs, she couldn't help but hum that sweet tune that he had played for her. She could still feel his voice lifting her up into the clouds where she always felt safe. She felt his hands lightly outlining her collarbone and rest comfortably on the curve of her hips. She fell into his safe embrace as he pulled her into a true kiss of love. She pulled away and looked deeply into his slate grey eyes. Those eyes, those hands, that music used to scare her and make her bury her face and hide; however, now they welcomed her and made her feel loved and safe, the same way her father did all those years ago.
Christine gently pushed open the door to her bedroom and balked at the doorway. Strewn about the floor and scattered on the tops of her bed and dresser were the velvet petals of yellow roses. The room smelled of Raoul's cologne and the young girl sunk to her knees. Raoul. That's what she had forgotten. When Erik had invited her to be with him, she never thought of hesitating. It had been awhile since she had visited her Angel and all her soul could dream of was being pulled into the mysteries of his voice. At that moment, Raoul was a mere memory to her. She felt her heart shatter as she made her way to the bed and read the one-line note printed on the ivory card: "You promised you loved me".
After that night, when his voice filled the sky and the moon was nowhere to be found, she sent a yellow rose to Raoul with the following single-line note: "I promise I loved you".