This is my first fan-fic so please read and review. I hope you enjoy  I finally got it up and knowing me something probably came out wrong on it.

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Lost Love

The quiet breeze blew around them, making her hair break free as she sat to eat.

"Damn wind!" she said angrily, taming her hair with a ribbon still slowing bits of her brunette hair to cascade a curl around her neck. Her companion, a young man at the age of 29, laughed as she returned to their conversation.

"Now you can't go blaming the wind now can you?" he replied in a mocking tone. She gave him an evil stare, but laughed anyway.

"Hey, I can blame anyone I want to, David." They laughed together once more

"Come on, let's go for a walk." He rose from the table and grabbed her hand, leading her down the stairs and into the night. There we a few lit lantern shaped lights surrounding the path but it was pretty dark except for those. The night surrounded them, turning every which way, giving way to free there imaginations, at least for Cecelia.

Cecelia, or Celia as she was sometimes called, was 27 years old. She had a steady job working as a music teacher for a school in New York City. In college, she had majored in Broadway but had decided to teach instead, when she was offered an assistant job teaching after her accident. Years ago when she was around 21 or 22, she had over worked her self. She was acting, singing, dancing, writing, and helping to direct and choreograph. She collapsed during a show and was taken to the hospital for overworking herself. She stayed in the hospital for almost two weeks, but couldn't get back into her job after that. She was happy with her life now, she had David to love, a steady job, she got to work with kids, whom she loved, and she had a steady income and home. She looked up a David and smiled; he smiled back and gave her a soft kiss.

"Come with me" he said as he led her off the path.

"Where are you taking me?" she asked, as he tightened his grip on her hand and pulled her on.

"You'll see," he said a mischievous grin on his face, an expression she'd never seen on him before and they'd been dating about 8 months now.

"David, it's dark and you're freaking me out, let's go back" she said, pulling him in the other direction as she spoke, but he was stronger. He spun her around and pushed her up against the tree. He kissed her hard and pinned her hands up so she couldn't move.

"Get off of me, what do you think your doing, ewww gross, GET OFF." She yelled, pushing him hard, on the ground and stepping on his stomach with her pointy shoes. She ran, ran faster than she ever thought she could. Cold sweat poured down her face, her breath was hard and fast, she needed to rest but was afraid to stop for fear that he was right behind her. She ran faster and faster with every step, keeping in mind that he did run faster then she could. Cold, feeling less tears ran down her face. He was supposed to be the love of my life, she thought, the one I would love forever, spend the rest of my days with. He hurt me and betrayed my trust. No…NO I mustn't think of that now, focus on not running yourself off a cliff, come on Celia, get a grip. She coached herself to stop but couldn't; where was she going anyway. As she ran farther the air got colder, the woods thicker, she become afraid, Where was she? She heard a rustle from the bushes and a crack from a twig.

"Who is that, who's there?" she whispered. She heard a steady breathe from behind a tree, she slowly crept closer to see who it was. If it's David, it's time I gave him a piece of my mind or fist.

"David is that you? I have something to say to you." She said in a stronger voice than she had before.

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Why couldn't he move she crept closer to him by the second but he seemed entranced? He couldn't move or speak, let alone in another language, he just stared. She moved closer to him and stared at his face, more specifically his white mask.

"Erik…" she whispered and then fainted dead away. He caught her, he could have left her. But it was Paris, in the middle of winter, cold and she seemed lost and confused. But the ultimate reason he took her, was that she called him by his first name, a name few people knew him by. He mumbled and picked her up. He slowly began his journey back to the Opera Populare.

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So what did you guys think, I hope you liked it. I apologize for having to put the David stuff in the first chapter but I had to, there was no choice. Oh and just so you guys know, Cecelia is the patron saint of music, hence the name and title (sort of). Please review and I accept all types of reviews if you don't like it review but tell me WHY, so I can fix it for you.

See you next chapter  (Whenever I can get it up that is, hopefully soon)