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Here I give you the final chapter to I am NOT Christine! I truly hope you enjoy it
-StuddedHeartbreaks
I had to go back. Something told me I had to, but I did not know what. "Hey, Erik," I asked him one day, he looked up and looked over towards me from his piano.
"Yes?" was his short but curt reply that I received from him.
"Do you think it's about time I left?" I started, "I mean, I have been stuck in this period for too long…I don't know if I will ever get back… I do not want to leave, but I think I have to… I don't know why but I have this somewhat strange feeling that I have too."
He rose from his seat and walked over to me, "If you want to go, you may, you don't have to get my permission," he began and stopped in front of me, "I know why you don't want to go, anyway…"
I looked up at him and furrowed my brow, "Really? What is it?" I asked him in confusion.
"You don't want to leave me here on my own, as you were once Christine, but now have been proven not to be, meaning my Christine doesn't exist, but maybe she does inside you." He answered with a soft tone in his voice, as if he was not mad at me for saying I wanted to leave.
"Wow…That's…that's right, that's exactly why I don't want to leave you…" I said and wrapped my arms around him and muffled my face into his chest. "I don't want you to be alone…I want you to come with me, but I know it can't happen, it would be physically impossible for one to travel 100 years into the future, and as for me, I think…I think I just need to wake up. After all, that is how I got here…" I continued, still with my face in his chest.
"If you truly want to leave, I have no objection, Christina; I don't mind that Christine doesn't particularly exist anymore. If anything, I am glad I met you, because you are the one who I actually did fall in love with… Believe me when I say this but I am glad we left the Populaire. No one else could make me leave, except for you." He comforted, patting down the hair on my head.
"Thank you, I mean it," I began and pulled myself away and looked at him, "Do you think… Do you think that it would be possible to…to come with me?" I asked, my eyes glazing over as if I was going to cry.
"Mon Amie… If I would, I would, I truly would. But alas, I am afraid it can't be done." He said with a sorrowed tone to his voice.
My facial expressions went from a hopeful look to a hardened, saddened look, "Oh… Okay…" I stammered out and walked to the other side of the room.
"You're not upset, are you?" he asked, stalking over to where I stood. I simply nodded and tried to smile. "Hey, hey, you do know I would come back with you. I couldn't bear to be without you, you know." He reassured me and pulled me to his side with his arm around my shoulders.
"I know… I just…I just don't want to leave this, and everyone behind, Meg, Firmin, Andre, the others"
"Hey, you don't need to worry about them now, come on; you need a drink, because you are going very pale." He interrupted and we walked over to the kitchen.
He filled up a glass with water and handed it over to me and I took three long gulps of it. I placed the glass on the side and rubbed my forehead and temples. "Are you feeling better now?" he asked and half-smiled.
"Yeah, thanks." I said and pulled out a chair and sat down at the table.
"You don't look better… Tell me honestly, Christina, how you are feeling?" he asked again and sat down opposite me.
"No…I'm fine, really, I am just…just not feeling like I normally am. I think it is starting to happen…I think it is almost time for me to go back. Erik I do not want to go back! Please! Please make it stop!" I cried and grabbed his hands and tears began streaming down my face.
"Shh… Shh, now, come on, don't cry, I wouldn't want you going back upset." He said and gingerly brushed his lips against my knuckles. He slid his chair back and stood up, and pulled mine back and took me back into the main room where the piano was.
He sat at the piano and gestured me to sit down next to him. He tapped the keys lightly to find the right chords, then began a melody and started to play and sing along to his music.
I can feel the wind change
I can tell when something's not right
Our love is the one thing that keeps us
We will be alright
In some other world you think you lost me
You need to know
I'm coming home, I'm coming home
He looked up from the piano and looked at me, "See, I wouldn't mind if you left, even if in some other world you think you will lose me, but that's not true, not true at all", he comforted and kissed the top of my head.
I smiled slightly and rested my head on his shoulder, "See, this is what I am going to miss, you being that lovely guy and singing to me when I feel stressed. That is what I am going to miss." I said and sighed heavily.
"Well, you said yourself you have songs of me singing, didn't you? How about using them, I am sure they will work just as well." He replied.
"That's a great idea. Thanks, Erik," I answered and smiled for what may have been the first time that day.
"My pleasure," he started, "Now, it's about time you ate and went to sleep, and the same goes for me, what do you want?" he asked as he stood up.
"Anything, please, I am not a fussy eater," I replied and giggled slightly. He left the room and stayed in the kitchen for about 40 minutes, before calling me over and setting out a plate of food in front of me.
On the plate was a small piece of chicken, with a variety of steamed vegetables and boiled potatoes. It was a very big dinner, and to top it off a small glass of water placed on a table mat.
We ate in silence, only the sliding of the cutlery and the light sound of the glasses placed on the table breaking it.
The house cleaners bustled in and out every few minutes, filling up glasses, cleaning the table, etc. before taking away our plates into the kitchen.
We stood up from the table, walked back into the lounge, and sat on the two-seated sofa. He sat near the cushion and I sat next to him and rested my head on his shoulder, before taking my legs up and curling up against him.
I sleepily slurred out "When would you like me to go…?"
I felt his arm slide around and heard him sigh heavily, "That is completely your choice, Christina. I have told you, I do not want you to go, and I know you have too. In addition, I know that you know that too." He turned and looked at me, "But, I will be sad to see you go, after coming this far with me. Once a mistaken identity and now as close as we are, that will be the most painful thing of all."
I sat up and stretched, "I am going to miss you… You do know that, right?"
He laughed, "Of course I do," the clock began to dismiss long chimes, 1… 2… 3… 4… 5… 6… 7… 8… 9… 10. "Come on, it's about time we both got some sleep, this may be our last night together." He said, his tone sorrowful and he picked me up and carried me to the bedroom. He put my down and pulled back the covers, and walked out, "I'll leave you to change," he simply said as he did so.
I went into the drawers, pulled out a long nightgown, and slipped it on, before washing my face and slipping under the covers. "I'm done; you can come back in now." I said quietly, and he walked back in, wearing long black silken trousers and a matching shirt, his mask was off and he walked over to my side of the bed, kissed the top of my head and walked back around, before sliding into the bed himself.
I lay down and turned to face him, and gently gripped his hand, "I'll miss you…" I whispered, and shut my eyes and drifted off to sleep.
~ (O~O) ~
I can see everything and everyone all around me. Erik, Meg, everybody I have seen, in this dreamland. I can also see my own family, back at my own home. I felt like I was stuck in between two dimensions, but I did not know which way to go. Do I wake up and go back home? Alternatively, do I stay? I do not know what to do…
"Christina… You do what you want to. It is your choice, after all," Erik's voice said comfortingly.
I looked behind me and saw him there, his eyes shiny with unwept tears, I tried to walk towards him and give him one last hug goodbye, but something was stopping me, I could not see what was stopping me.
No! I had to say goodbye! I could not leave without saying goodbye to him!
I held my arms out to him and felt the tears leave my eyes, "ERIK! I love y-"
~ (O~O) ~
I sat up right in my bed, breathing heavy. I looked all around me; I was home…
"No!" I screamed aloud, holding my head in my hands, and started crying again.
"Christina?" I heard from outside my room, a familiar voice, no…could it be?
The door opened and a figure walked in wearing a familiar black suit and switched on the light. I waited for my eyes to adjust and looked up.
"Erik?" I whispered, "I thought you couldn't…" I trailed off, "That doesn't matter… You're here, that's all that matters." I continued and jumped out of my bed and hugged him. He was real. He really was there. It was not my imagination for once.
"Now, why don't you go back to sleep, it's still quite early." He said and walked me back to the bed; I glanced at the clock, 2:38 AM.
"Erik, where are you staying? How did you get here?" I asked as I slipped back into bed.
"I'll answer all your questions in the morning, now go back to sleep, okay." He said before kissing the top of my head and walked out switching the light off as he left.
I sighed happily and shut my eyes again.
At least he is back… I thought before going to sleep again. Who knows… This may be a new start for us now… I just hope it is…
~~~End~~~
*Sniff* that was so sad to write. It really was.
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These are; Music Lessons, My lover made a passionate plea, and The Adventures of Coney Island.
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~StuddedHeartbreaks.