A/N: Well, I had decided not to post until I had more than one chapter but I don't know if I can follow through with that. I'm very eager to get this story to the good part.
Summery: She was the one who lost it all, her respectable living, her mother, her best friend, and the man she loved, fallen from grace into a lifestyle of ill repute, the only way to survive. She longed only for comfort of the one she loved, the one who loved another woman or death. Living a life of desperation and despair Meg Giry thought redemption would never come……
Disclaimer: If you recognize it I probably don't own it, if I did I wouldn't waste my time on fan fiction, I'd be rich and I'd be published….. But for now I only dream… of Erik.
Fractured Dreams
By Alexis Erika Rose
Prologue
Life is to short. The realization hit Megan Giry at the most heartbreaking moment. She was wrapped in her husband's arms, just enjoying being close to him. She fought back tears as his blue eyes met her green ones. Then something more terrible than the realization of life's briefness hit her.
Her breathing was becoming more labored and Meg could feel another of the dreadful coughing spasms building in her already frail lungs. She fought it as long as she could watching the growing concern in her lover's eyes. She focused those blue pools of intensity in the hopes that it would take her mind off the tremendous pain in her chest. When her vision started to swim with the dizzying effort of holding back the terrifying fit of coughing she turned to her mind to provide relief from the relentless disease.
She wondered were exactly this had all began, how she gone from a flighty little ballerina to this amazing man's wife. Where had the journey began? So much had happened in the past years that it was difficult to pinpoint the exact moment that it had started.
Her thoughts were interrupted by the coughing she could no longer hold back. She quickly placed the handkerchief to her mouth as her small frame was wracked with coughs that tore from her lungs. Her husbands pulled her close as the coughs went on, longer that they had before. Meg gasped for breath in the fleeting moments between fits of coughing. She felt his warm tears mingling with her own. Megs shoulders shook as the coughing continued. She could feel the warm blood soaking through the white handkerchief. She felt it happening.
Oh god, she thought, not now! Please not now! Sobs began to mix with the coughing a dangerous and deadly combination.
"Meg, darling, please calm down….." Her husband's voice calmed her only a little and she tried to focus through the intensifying coughs. She searched her memory, working through the events that had brought her to this moment. There was a time when she had found her husband frightening and a time she had thought he would never love her as she loved him.
So where did it all began, Meg asked herself silently as Erik rubbed her back in futile attempt to sooth the cough.
Meg supposed that the most likely place that it had started was the moment they had first met…….
