Chapter 3- Raoul's POV
Do you know what it is like to have half of your heart taken away? Well, I do. The half I have left is doing its best to keep me alive. I am going to try to go on. I know though that its impossible, fore, I lost the one person I loved with all my heart. She is gone now and she has taken half of my heart with her.
Christine. Oh, how I love to hear that name. I miss her more than ever. I miss hearing her laugh and tell me how much she loved me. I miss most of all her smile. I see her smile and I know everything is all right. Her voice more than ever is what brought us together. I heard her sing at the opera house a year ago, it was that night that I realized it was her, I thought I would never see her again, but I did and I was more happier than ever. I could actually care less if she could sing because that's not at all why I fell in love with her, and I have always, since we were children, been in love with her. There are so many other wonderful things about her. They are all gone now though..gone.
When Christine left asked me to leave that was the moment half my heart started disappearing. While I was walking away I kept thinking my legs would collapse from under me, but I walked and I walked. I walked all around Paris not knowing where I was going. Towards the end I found myself back at the opera house. I walked up the steps and just plopped myself down on them knowing that Christine was still close by.
Suddenly I heard the door of the opera house open. Down the steps came Monsieur Firman and Monsieur Andre. They had there heads down as they walked down the steps but then when they got to the bottom they noticed me, and they seem completely startled.
"Monsieur le Vicomte De Chagny?" Monsieur Firman asked. I could simply nod.
"What are you doing? We thought you were dead when no one was found." He asked. All Monsieur Andre did was watch me.
"What do you mean..no one was found?" I asked worried for Christine.
"Well, on the way down all the mob found was your jacket by the water, we assumed you drowned in your rush to find Miss Daee'."
"Did you find her?" I had to ask.
"Why no, you're alive and your telling us you didn't find her? I don't believe it is like you to give up." Said Monsieur Firman.
"I would never give up on Christine!" I shouted at them. They looked at one another.
"My apologies, did your mob stop the search?" I asked changing the subject and trying to find out more about Christine.
"Well..."said Monsieur Andre, who finally spoke up, "...the mob found a boat broken in half with blood in it. We assumed the Phantom went on a wild rampage and killed himself along with Miss Daee'.
"So you have given up?" I said. I knew Christine was still alive. Erik set that boat up, I am sure of it.
"Yes, we assume he is put to rest." Said Monsieur Firman before Andre could answer. I just nodded.
"We are having a meeting this coming Tuesday." Said Firman.
"For what purpose?" I asked.
"The Opera's." Said Andre, he said it rather angrily too; maybe he seemed annoyed by such a worthless conversation, worthless by mentioning something like this to me after all that has happened.
Firman finally broke the silence. "We intend to have the Opera continue. With the Opera Ghost assumed dead, we think it may be right."
"I see." Was all I could say about it.
"Would you possibly like to stay our trustee, our supporter?" Firman asked. You could see them both worried over the question.
It took me awhile to respond. In the end I decided I would still be their trustee and supporter, only because I felt it was the only way to be close to Christine. They seemed over pleased. They told me they would see me Tuesday, tipped their hats and left.
I sat there on the Opera House's front steps for another half hour then got up and walked all the way home. During the time of the walk home I couldn't help but think of every last memory I would have of Christine. I had a magical candle that Christine kept lit. Now its time to blow it out.
Do you know what it is like to have half of your heart taken away? Well, I do. The half I have left is doing its best to keep me alive. I am going to try to go on. I know though that its impossible, fore, I lost the one person I loved with all my heart. She is gone now and she has taken half of my heart with her.
Christine. Oh, how I love to hear that name. I miss her more than ever. I miss hearing her laugh and tell me how much she loved me. I miss most of all her smile. I see her smile and I know everything is all right. Her voice more than ever is what brought us together. I heard her sing at the opera house a year ago, it was that night that I realized it was her, I thought I would never see her again, but I did and I was more happier than ever. I could actually care less if she could sing because that's not at all why I fell in love with her, and I have always, since we were children, been in love with her. There are so many other wonderful things about her. They are all gone now though..gone.
When Christine left asked me to leave that was the moment half my heart started disappearing. While I was walking away I kept thinking my legs would collapse from under me, but I walked and I walked. I walked all around Paris not knowing where I was going. Towards the end I found myself back at the opera house. I walked up the steps and just plopped myself down on them knowing that Christine was still close by.
Suddenly I heard the door of the opera house open. Down the steps came Monsieur Firman and Monsieur Andre. They had there heads down as they walked down the steps but then when they got to the bottom they noticed me, and they seem completely startled.
"Monsieur le Vicomte De Chagny?" Monsieur Firman asked. I could simply nod.
"What are you doing? We thought you were dead when no one was found." He asked. All Monsieur Andre did was watch me.
"What do you mean..no one was found?" I asked worried for Christine.
"Well, on the way down all the mob found was your jacket by the water, we assumed you drowned in your rush to find Miss Daee'."
"Did you find her?" I had to ask.
"Why no, you're alive and your telling us you didn't find her? I don't believe it is like you to give up." Said Monsieur Firman.
"I would never give up on Christine!" I shouted at them. They looked at one another.
"My apologies, did your mob stop the search?" I asked changing the subject and trying to find out more about Christine.
"Well..."said Monsieur Andre, who finally spoke up, "...the mob found a boat broken in half with blood in it. We assumed the Phantom went on a wild rampage and killed himself along with Miss Daee'.
"So you have given up?" I said. I knew Christine was still alive. Erik set that boat up, I am sure of it.
"Yes, we assume he is put to rest." Said Monsieur Firman before Andre could answer. I just nodded.
"We are having a meeting this coming Tuesday." Said Firman.
"For what purpose?" I asked.
"The Opera's." Said Andre, he said it rather angrily too; maybe he seemed annoyed by such a worthless conversation, worthless by mentioning something like this to me after all that has happened.
Firman finally broke the silence. "We intend to have the Opera continue. With the Opera Ghost assumed dead, we think it may be right."
"I see." Was all I could say about it.
"Would you possibly like to stay our trustee, our supporter?" Firman asked. You could see them both worried over the question.
It took me awhile to respond. In the end I decided I would still be their trustee and supporter, only because I felt it was the only way to be close to Christine. They seemed over pleased. They told me they would see me Tuesday, tipped their hats and left.
I sat there on the Opera House's front steps for another half hour then got up and walked all the way home. During the time of the walk home I couldn't help but think of every last memory I would have of Christine. I had a magical candle that Christine kept lit. Now its time to blow it out.