A/N: Short chapter, I know, I'm sorry. I'm working on chapter five though, and will put that up ASAP. I promise. Anyway, I hope you enjoy!!
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Christine hurried out of the house, stepping on new-fallen leaves. The crunching sounds matched the speed of her heart. She was nervous about Raoul. He would certainly confront her if – when she returned.
She stepped onto a busy street, trying to hail a carriage. Suddenly she sank down to the bench at the corner, fighting off tears. She felt so small and alone without Erik there. She remembered the night at the Bois. She had been absolutely terrified, and Erik had helped her. He could have looked at her in disgust and left her there with Raoul...and God only knows how drunk Raoul had been. They had never talked about it.
Christine shivered. She had been sitting there five minutes when a man stepped up next to her.
"Allow me," he said smoothly. Christine smiled gratefully up at him, then her smile turned to a perturbed one. It was the Persian...
"Are you going to the Opera as well?" Christine finally asked.
He looked down at her for a minute, finally settling for a : "Yes"
He quickly and effortlessly beckoned a carriage forth, and held out his hand to help Christine in.
Finally, Christine spoke. "How is he?" she asked, trying not to sound desperate.
"Fine." The Persian answered shortly, quickly glancing away from Christine.
They sat the rest of the way in silence.
When they finally reached the Opera, Christine stepped out of the carriage, awed as always by the grandeur of the building. She turned to thank him again, but the Persian had already blended into the crowd. She shrugged, and walked into the building, immediately heading for her dressing room. Christine soon stood before the open mirror, taking deep breaths. Finally, she stepped across the threshold.
Nadir
Damn! Damn, damn, damn! Why did she have to come back? Erik has tried for the last 13 years to forget her, and now she's going to come back and pull down the wall he has constructed against his heart and soul, barring himself from any more pain. He's better off without her, I've told him, time and time again. Damn her!
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