Christine dans Deux Chapter 4: Home Again, Alone Again!, a phantom of the opera fanfic

Christine dans Deux

An Alternate Multiverse - A Phantom of the Opera Story

Nyasia A. Maire

DISCLAIMER: See Chapter One
Chapter Four – Home Again, Alone Again

As I regain my awareness of the world, I find I am alone. I open my eyes and find the familiar walls of my den surrounding me and I'm lying on my couch.

"Just a dream." I murmur aloud.

With a sigh, I raise the blanket and begin to sit up when I notice the perfume of lovemaking, which surrounds me. At almost the same instant, I see something else that proves Erik was no dream. Sitting on the floor in front of the television is the music box. I grab my cane from its normal place next to the couch and pull myself up. I smile as further evidence of Erik trickles down my thigh. I use a tissue and then catch sight of my nightgown lying on the floor next to the music box. I carefully lower myself down to the floor and quickly pull the gown on. It wouldn't do for Trystin to find me this way. Next, I turn my attention to the music box. I wonder, is this the key for me to find Erik again? And, if it is, how can I be certain I'll find my way back to my daughter again?

As if on cue, I hear, "Mom! Mom! Where are you?"

"I'm in the den!" I call back to her. And so begins another day of life. Of showering, cooking, cleaning, shopping and playing with my little dolly girl. I try not to think about the night before. I try not to worry about Erik. I try, but I think and worry all the same. And my biggest fear is what if I never see Erik again? The day passes and life continues.

And then it is evening and Trystin's bedtime. Instead of a movie, we read "The Secret Garden." Each of us taking turns reading a page. She falls asleep at last. I tuck her into her bed, kiss her forehead and turn on her nightlight. I walk from her room and as always leave the door an inch ajar.

I walk down the hall, through the living room and into the kitchen. I clean up the remains of supper, wash the dishes, sweep the floor and realize I'm avoiding going into the den. Not just now, but all day. I finish sweeping the floor and force myself to the doorway of the room. What if I can't find him again?