"No, please... Please, he needs help, he needs me to help him..." The carriage
hit an extra large rut in the road and jounced Christine awake by banging
her head on the side. Rain slashed the carriage from all directions, the
rain that had begun shortly after they had left Paris and was still
continuing now, hours later. Two star-crossed lovers racing across Paris
in the rain... It should have been romantic.
Raoul, sitting next to her, stirred in his sleep. What should have been romantic in a dark, dangerous way was nothing but exhausting, and both of them had fallen asleep before they had even left the city. Christine drew back the curtain to look outside, but the night was still black, and all she could see was her reflection, watery from the pouring rain running down the window. I wonder if he's alright, she thought, and right away she knew he wasn't. She knew that when she and Raoul left him, that Erik's heart had been broken, and there was no hope of ever recovering. For if he could not make Christine love her Angel, what woman would fall in love with him?
"Christine?" Raoul stirred again and sat up straight. "Darling, can you see where we are?"
"It's still night, Raoul." How could she fall asleep completely in love, and wake up as a totally different person?
He sensed it, as well. "Well, perhaps we should have the driver stop, anyway, and rest from this terrible bouncing."
"Raoul, where are we going?"
"North, my love. We're going north to be married."
"Will we return to Paris after we're married?"
Raoul's voice was slightly cautious. "No... Why should we want to go back to such a place?"
"I don't know... Never mind. I'm just tired, I suppose."
But deep in her soul where only her Angel had been, she was beginning to wonder.
Raoul, sitting next to her, stirred in his sleep. What should have been romantic in a dark, dangerous way was nothing but exhausting, and both of them had fallen asleep before they had even left the city. Christine drew back the curtain to look outside, but the night was still black, and all she could see was her reflection, watery from the pouring rain running down the window. I wonder if he's alright, she thought, and right away she knew he wasn't. She knew that when she and Raoul left him, that Erik's heart had been broken, and there was no hope of ever recovering. For if he could not make Christine love her Angel, what woman would fall in love with him?
"Christine?" Raoul stirred again and sat up straight. "Darling, can you see where we are?"
"It's still night, Raoul." How could she fall asleep completely in love, and wake up as a totally different person?
He sensed it, as well. "Well, perhaps we should have the driver stop, anyway, and rest from this terrible bouncing."
"Raoul, where are we going?"
"North, my love. We're going north to be married."
"Will we return to Paris after we're married?"
Raoul's voice was slightly cautious. "No... Why should we want to go back to such a place?"
"I don't know... Never mind. I'm just tired, I suppose."
But deep in her soul where only her Angel had been, she was beginning to wonder.