Disclaimer: I do not own The Phantom of the Opera or any of the characters in it. Gaston Leroux does. The Scarlet Letter, To Kill a Mockingbird, The Phantom of the Opera, Romeo and Juliet are none of my books. Nathaniel Hawthorne wrote the Scarlet Letter, To Kill a Mockingbird was written by Harper Lee, The Phantom of the Opera was written by Gaston Leroux, and Romeo and Juliet was a play, written by William Shakespeare.
AN- Oooohhh…I left you with quite a cliffie there. Don't worry…it's not WHO he sees…it's WHAT he sees. I won't leave you hanging. I just watched Phantom of the Opera, and I hate the fop even more. I don't bash him in my phics though, because I know some people who stop reading phics, if Raoul is bashed. Sorry, I don't want to get myself carried away.
-----NOTE---- The date in this fic is currently September 8, 2006…so figure out how old Christine is when she is writing the diary entries
Forever and For Always
Chapter 10- A Maybe Not So Regretful Spy
The tree house looked pretty much the same. The only difference was that it had a couple of new rugs and a couple of battery powered lamps. He turned them on. The stereo was in the same corner. The CDs were all piled up in a neat stack. Erik laughed, when he saw the bear that Erik had given Christine for her ninth birthday. He would have never thought that she would have kept it. Erik's small electric keyboard was stacked up against a wall. It seemed as if Christine had never touched any of Erik's stuff. It was almost as if she didn't want to forget him. One of the last things that Erik noticed was that pictures of him were taped up on the wall. There must have been one hundred of them. Some of them were Christine alone, some were Erik alone, but a lot of them were Erik and Christine together. She had taken the time to write the dates and setting of each and every picture. She must have really cared about him.
Another thing that Erik noticed that there were barely any pictures of her and Raoul. Christine had seemed uncomfortable when Raoul was around her. Maybe she didn't like him…even if they were together.
Christine also had many books. She had all the classics…The Scarlet Letter, To Kill a Mockingbird, The Phantom of the Opera, Romeo and Juliet, and many others. That was another thing that Erik loved about Christine…she was one of the most intelligent people he had ever met.
As Erik was rummaging through her books, he found a whitish pink book, bounded by red ribbons. Engraved on the cover was the word Diary. A thrill of excitement came over him. He knew it was none of his business looking through her diary…and Christine would probably not want him to. But what if she had written about him in it? What could she have to say about him? The suspense was killing him. So he opened it up to somewhere in the middle. The date was September 24, 2005. Erik skimmed through it. He saw his name quite a few times in this entry. So he decided to read it.
Dear Diary,
Today was a very confusing day for me. I really don't have anyone to talk to so, I will talk to you. Do you remember Raoul de Chagny, that boy who used to tease my friend Erik Destler in the younger grades? Well he has been acting very strange towards me ever since the seventh grade started. He has actually been being nice! Imagine that! Well today…he asked me out. I didn't know what to say. I mean, I like him. He's okay, but I just don't like him like him. I can't like him like that, not when I like someone else. But I will never be able to see him again. I haven't even seen since I was in third grade. His name is Erik Destler.
You're probably thinking, how does she like him when she hasn't seen him for four years? Well, it's hard to say, because he could have changed since I last saw him. Sometimes I wonder what it would have been like if he stayed. Would he be handsome? Would he be smart? I always keep him in the back of mind. I actually used to have a crush on him when we were in third grade. I thought he was handsome. I never really cared about his mask. What mattered to me was more of what he was like on the inside. Although if ever did come back, I am sure that I would begin gushing about him again. It would be like falling in love all over again. I'll talk to you soon.
Love,
Christine
Erik was shocked…and at the same time amazed…and at the same time happy. He was feeling far too many emotions for one person to handle. So she did like him! Her feelings could have changed since then though. He knew it was wrong but he had to come see what she wrote about him. Maybe she didn't like him anymore. So it was settled. Next Tuesday after Concert Choir, he would sneak up into the tree to see what she said about him. And that was final.