A/n: well, now that I'm done with my last story (which is PotO and I ask for those who read this to go and read that one. It's: An Enemy' Comfort.) I have time to update this. The next chapter is typed and ready, just waiting for reviews from people!
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Raoul is still no easier to stand. No matter how hard I try I rarely get a moments worth of peace.
Erik hasn't been able to see me after that one time when I got Raoul to leave, and I miss him. I know that I'm supposed to love Raoul, I know what my angel is capable of, and yet every second I spend out of his arms I feel that a part of me is missing.
This past week I have been bed ridden, and they won't let me practice my part, even in bed, so I just know that I won't be ready for the play.
I decide that I need to do something about this.
Raoul has left the room for a moment, so I grab a piece of paper and quickly jot down a note, knowing that I can have Madame Giry deliver it later:
My angel,
I need to get out of this place, please find a way. I need to see you again.
Christine
Just as I fold the paper and hide it under my pillow, along side my angel's last note to me, Raoul walks in.
"How are you feeling?" he sits back in his normal spot, taking my hand into his lightly.
"The same as when you left," I run my finger gently over the back of his hand to try and calm him.
"Do you need anything?" I shake my head 'no'.
"Are you sure?" I nod my head 'yes'.
He sighs, laying his head down by our hands. I gently run my free hand through his hair, and he turns his head to the side.
"I'm sorry," he looks up at me from the corner of his eye.
"Don't be. I understand," I stop my hand, and it now rests gently in his hair. There's something about his hair though; it seems a little wet.
"Are you alright?" I ask him, concern in my voice.
"Of course," he sits up, but he can't look me in the eyes.
"Raoul…" I move my fingers from in his hair to under his chin, making him face me, but he lowers his eyes.
"I'm fine," he whispers.
"You're a very bad liar, Raoul. Tell me what's wrong," I keep pushing, knowing that he will tell me.
"I just haven't been feeling the best, that's all," he looks me in the eyes.
"Are you ill?" he shrugs.
"Raoul, please, don't get yourself sick over a little thing like my arm…" before I can finish Madame Giry walks in.
"I hope I'm not interrupting anything," she looks from me to Raoul, and I drop my hands to my sides.
"Nothing," Raoul waves off our conversation, but we both know that we haven't heard the end of it.
She comes over to me, "This comes to you from Meg, who said also to add that she wishes she could come herself but, and I quote, 'Don Juan is murder'," I laugh and she hands me a little piece of paper.
"And also, I have been asked to give you this," she hands me a rose with a black ribbon. Madame Giry automatically looks to Raoul, who is shooting a death glare at the rose.
Then she adds, "You are wished the best of health."
She turns to leave and I grab her arm, "I need you to deliver something for me."
She turns, "What shall I be sending, and to whom."
I pull the letter from under my pillow; "It's just a letter, nothing more."
She takes it from me and nods. Raoul looks at me in confusion.
"I would have delivered it," he seems offended.
"You're already doing too much Raoul," I place a hand on his shoulder, "please, at least allow Madame Giry to help a little."
"I only meant the best," she turns in the doorway.
"I'm apologize, Madame," she nods at his words and leaves.
Raoul looks to the rose; "He should really learn his place."
I sigh, rolling my eyes and then turn to him, "He's just concerned, like you."
Raoul grows angry, "Then why not come out here and help you like I do?"
"You know he can't Raoul!" I defend.
"And why not?" he growls.
I look away from him and he quickly grabs my shoulders, but I pull away.
"Christine, I'm sorry. It's just that… well… I know that I am the one who stabbed you, but it's so much easier to place the blame on him."
I turn back around half way, "It always is easier, but easier isn't always right."
He shakes his head, "You're right, it's not, and I'm sorry."
I turn back all the way around and hug him, "I'm sorry too."
We stay together for a while, and he finally draws back.
"You should rest," I nod and he gets up to leave, but I know he won't go past right outside my door.
Once he leaves I pick up the rose, and I study it, running my fingers along the pedals.
I wonder how such a small thing could be so beautiful. The blood red coloring and the delicate petals so perfectly aligned.
I smell, brushing my nose in it, and the smell is a wonderful mix of both the flowers own scent, and the Phantom's cologne, or whatever he puts on.
Sitting here holding it only makes me think of the last time he was here, and how wonderful it was. Simply listening to his song is all I have ever needed to be happy. I swear I can almost hear his voice running through my head, but I know that it can't be real, because if Raoul ever heard his voice he would be here in a second to fight him off.
I then pick up Meg's note and read it.
Christine,
You are really missing nothing. We are forced to dance a very long time, non-stop. Sometimes we even earn critique from the Phantom, but that's mostly demands.
Come to think of it, we hear a lot more from him now that we're performing his work then ever before. It almost scares me, but I don't think that he'll harm anyone, as long as we listen to him. What do you think?
I hope you are all right and I see you as soon as I can get away from this stage!
Best of wishes,
Meg GiryI smile at the first paragraph, but her second one causes it to disappear. Has he been around there that much? Has he really been bothering them? I hope everyone's all right.
I suddenly find myself too tired to think about it all.
The painkillers I take have screwed me up so badly that I get tired at such random moments. It's almost annoying.
I lay back and look up at the ceiling, and before I feel myself drift off to sleep I find that I am holding the rose, it's scent finding it's way to me.
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