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"Angel of music…"

Christine felt like dying. She was now Raoul's wife, yet she didn't feel contented. She wanted more. Sure, Raoul gave her everything. Presents, gifts, trips, love… But she doesn't feel complete.

"My dear, shall we go for a walk?" Raoul's voice broke into her thoughts. She turned away from the window, and managed a slight smile. She nodded and told him she'll go get ready. She walked past him, not making eye contact with him. She closed the door shut behind her and sighed softly.

She opened up her wardrobe, her brown eyes scanning through the elegant dresses Raoul had bought for her. She bit her lip, not sure which to pick. After all, they were all oh so beautiful and so very expensive. She closed the wardrobe after a while, and reached under her bed and pulled out a box. She took off the lid, revealing a beautiful gown.

Oh, Erik…

She gently took it out and admired it in the mirror. It was beautiful. He had made it for her, since the day he had showed himself to her. She felt a swell in her chest. She missed him. She undressed and put on the white gown. It fit her perfectly, the sides following the curve of her hips and showed off her broad shoulders. She smoothen the front of the gown and fluffed up her hair, and put on a pair of dangling earrings.

She was ready.

She pat her face with some powder and put on a thin layer of eyeliner and lip gloss. She turned in the mirror several times, practicing smiling at her reflection. She had to start smiling or else Raoul will become suspicious…

"Beautiful child…"

Christine froze. That voice… She whispered, "Phantom…"

A sudden loud knock on the door stole her attention. "Shall we go now, Christine, before it gets late?" Christine turned her attention to the nearby window. It was quite shady, little streams of sunlight could be seen. She hesitated. Should she go?

"Yes, dear. I'm coming."

She then opened the door and walked into Raoul's arms.

"Such a peaceful evening, don't you think, my love?" Raoul raised his glass to signal a toast to her. She nodded, sipping her drink.

She heard Raoul sighed. He put down his glass and reached over the table and took her hand. "Christine, what's wrong?" he asked. Christine felt so guilty then, and shook her head. "Nothing, my love."

They were sitting outside on the balcony, just the two of them. Christine stared up at the stars, trying to ignore the uncomfortable silence that surrounded them.

"There must be something bothering you. You are unusually quiet, ever since…"

He cleared his throat and sat up straight in his seat. He reached for her face and cupped her chin in his hand. "Look, it's all over. He's not coming for you anymore. I am here, I love you. I will take care of you." Christine's heart wrenched at this. No, she must keep her cool. She can't tell him she still longs for the Phantom, not now.

She smiled at him, but it wasn't a real smile. She leaned over and kissed him, wincing a little as she didn't intend to do so. He grabbed her by the shoulders and forced her lips to him. Christine could feel his tongue, desperately pressing against hers, desperate to feel hers. She pulled away a little, to breathe. "Christine…" Raoul moaned into her mouth, licking her lips and pulling her closer.

She turned away.

Raoul's broad grin turned into a scowl. He furiously slammed his hand on the table.

"For God's sake, Christine! What is wrong with you? Ever since HIM you've been different! You don't seem to care for me like how you did a few months back. You don't touch me the way you used to, kiss me like it was our last kiss, hold me as if you would never see me again. Why, Christine? Why?" Raoul's cheeks were red with anger, "You're wearing HIS gown. Whatever happened to the ones I gave you? Oh, that's right! In the wardrobe! You are simply ungrateful little wretch! Why, Christine? Why have you changed?"

Christine was frightened by his sudden outburst and didn't dare to look at him. "Look at me!" Raoul growled menacingly. When she didn't, he pushed his chair back and roughly grabbed her face in his hands and stared straight into her brown eyes. "Look at me, Christine." Christine's face may have been caught in Raoul's hands but her eyes were looking somewhere else.

"You rude bitch!"

Raoul's hand came down flying which sent Christine falling off her chair. She screamed as she felt his blow on her left cheek. Tears streamed her cheeks and trembling, she put her left hand on her cheek, staring up at the man she had wed three months ago.

"Christine…" Raoul suddenly realized what he had done. There on the ground laid his beloved Christine, whimpering and clutching at her cheek, like a puppy who had stones thrown at him. He quickly squat down next to her, pulling her into his arms. He felt Christine's body stiffen up and oh, she was trembling so hard even with his arms around her she couldn't stop shaking. This man... she had wed this man. She had loved him with all her heart. She left the one man who had brought her to where she was now. He had never touched her in such a violent way and never had verbally abused her. Who is he, Christine wondered, staring ahead. I don't know him anymore...

"Christine, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. Let's go home." Christine was already sobbing quietly, as Raoul carried her out of the restaurant. She buried her head in his shoulders, longing for Erik's strong arms and his beautiful, beautiful eyes…

The carriage dropped them off in front of the Changy mansion. Raoul offered his hand to Christine, who weakly accepted it and he brought her to her room. He then left the room, slightly slamming the door behind him. Christine cried softly again, till she had no more tears to shed.

She wiped off the make up and washed her face. She brushed her waist length long brownish black hair and untangled the curls. She then lied down on her bed on her side, gazing out the window, staring up at the moon.

She began to hum…

You alone can make my song take flight…

Help me make the music of the night…

She sang.

She turned and buried her face in the pillow, softly calling out his name.

"Erik…"

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