Just a shortie, got to get this chapter outta the way. Okay heres the thing... My mind is so totally blank i have no ideas for up coming chapters of this story. So pleas please please with a cherry on top, can you leave your ideas in the reviews you will all be my literal best friends :D. Oh and this is confirmation, i am definitely doing a Doctor Who and LND crossover as part of my 'lili' trilogy. Its called 'Angels of Music' and going really well. As usual guys, R+R!

Ella הלא xxx


I sat on the shore with a bottle of whiskey in my hand. What had i become. No wonder she left... No, he bewitched her. He must have. Why would he choose that over me? 'you abandoned me when I was moments away from death,' I heard her cry. Yeah, that pathetic ballet girl shot a bullet at me. What would've anyone else done? 'you never shed a tear when you saw me on the pier.' It was all to confusing to place! One minute I was leaving coney, the next Gustave came to me and dragged me to my dying wife. I hadn't even seen the accident! 'you used to beat me and permit me to sing.' I came home drunk. She would shout that I'd gamble and she had no authority speaking to a man that way. And as for the music, I was afraid his music would distress her, or pull her away from me. 'can't you see i don't want to be the vicomtesse de Chagny any more?' I threw my now empty whiskey bottle in front of me with an angry shout. but then I heard a happy squeal and distinctive accents that separated the family from the bathing sort on the beach. 'hurry up, mama! Ive found an amazing spot for the blankets.'

It was Gustave. The boy I had known as a son for 10 years. The son of the infamous opera ghost. 'did you know that I find it hard to run in sand. With long dresses and high heels, Gustave?'

'well...'

'its harder than it looks!'

'mon ange, I'll carry you if you wish,' the phantom told her. She laughed as he hoisted her up bridal style. He walked over to where the sand was hard and set her down, pulling blankets out from the basket around Christine's arm. The two sat on a tartan rug and began pulling out what looked like a picnic. 'oh Christine, you really do know us too much!' the phantom laughed as he picked up some cheese 'both Gustave and I's favorite.'

'what can I say,' she smiled and leaned closer to him 'I know my boys.' she pushed her lips against his and they landed in a heap on the sand, laughing. I never did any of this with them. I never saw christine smile so much. 'come, ma Cheri, we must get changed. Gustave!' she told her family and dragged them away to the tent. I walked over to their blanket and took a peep at what was there. A simple picnic. Sandwiches, cheese, apples, chocolate cake and sweets, obviously Gustave's. There was wine with glasses and a bottle of grape juice. It looked so normal. Too normal. I heard fidgeting in the tent and I ran back to my original spot. Out came Gustave. He was in a small swimming suit with red stripes. 'Hurry up mama! I want to swim!' He called. He ran and dived straight into the water. I watched him play for a while. He was an odd boy. He hated company of others and never made friends. Maybe it's a trait his pathetic father gave him. 'Coming Gustave!' Christine came out with Erik at her side. He was still dressed, only his shoes and jackets were gone. He simply wore his plaid shirt with his trouser legs rolled up. Christine was in her blue swim suit. She had her fingers tangled with the phantom's and laughed happily. They followed their son into the waters.

I watched them for a while, my whiskey forgotten and my mourning nothing more than a little whinge. She looked so happy. Happier than I'd ever seen her. She cuddled up against the phantom and their son sat beside them, fiddling with a trinket of his. I rose to my feet, tears of defeat threatening to fall. I felt worthless, and a waste. I slumped away from the beach and through Coney Island town. I saw by the opera house were my guards, and their carriage. 'Vicomte!' the tallest dark skin man exclaimed 'where have you been?'

'just take me home,' I gurgled, so drunk I was barely able to concentrate.

'but Monsieur, the plan to get back the vicomtess..'

'I said take me home!' I shouted and slammed the door. I was going home to France. So I could forget her completely. She was never mine to keep.


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PS sorry I'm so busy. Too many choirs and Orchestra. Blooming exhausting 😊😊