Hello,
Its been several years since I've updated this story, and if anyone is still following/reading please let me know! that would be amazing. This is going to be a VERY short chapter, but I just needed to put something out there. I will be continuing this story.
Disclaimer: I don't own Phantom of the Opera or its characters.
Chapter 7.
Christine awoke suddenly from deep sleep in a panic. It was dark, cold and she felt as if someone else was in the room with her. She sat up from the bed. Looking around she saw no evidence of anyone else entering the room. She loosened her grip of the sheets and removed herself form the bed. Her bare feet felt suddenly cold against the wooden floors, the thin nightgown clung to her body but did little to shield her from the breeze coming from her bedroom window. Slowly she made her way towards the balcony doors, she needed fresh air. Lately she felt as if her only escape was when she was outside, it was liberating and her small way of finding freedom, even if it was temporary.
She twisted the knob and pushed the heavy glass door open. The night air was chill, she welcomed it as she felt feverish inside. The sky was lit by the full moon and the stars, radiating their pale light down to the empty balcony. She had always loved the night, mysterious and beautiful, it gave her comfort.
She leaned against the balconies edge to look over the manors grounds, It was all so beautiful, and soon it would all belong to her future husband. Raoul.
She tried to think of something else, anything else that would occupy her mind, and that's when she was reminded of the amber eyes that belonged to the handsome masked stranger. He was kind for trying to rescue her the night of the party, but it was too late for her. She could not be rescued from her pending future.