Again... I do not own Phantom
Christine rose and stared into Erik's eyes. Those deep pools of love and devotion which she had been lost in so many times before. He had spent a long year lamenting the loss of Christine, and she saw in his eyes the creature Meg had seen. "I love you," Christine choked out between sobs. She took off Raoul's ring and gave it to the Vicomte. "I'm sorry Raoul, but it is Erik whom I love," Christine told him. Raoul gave it back to her and said, "If that is what you want, then keep this as a memento of me." Christine nodded and took a step closer to him. She thanked him and then turned away from him to Erik.
"If you really do wish to stay with Meg, then by all means, go ahead," Christne said. A smile came over Meg's face, thanking Christine for the chance to have what she had always wanted. Raoul had left and Christine began to follow him until she felt a hand on her shoulder. The hand was not gloved, it was Meg's.
"Thank you," she whispered. Christine pulled away and walked out of the room in which she had been loved. She turned the corner and fell to the floor and cried. She then heard approaching footsteps and quickly stood and dried her tears. However, this person was crying as well. She saw Meg run past and turned to see Erik alone.
"Erik?" she asked, "I thought you- but Meg-" She became silent. They walked to each other. Erik grabbed her hand, and put his mouth to her ear.
"You alone," he whispered. She remembered how that had been one of the last words he had spoken before he disappeared. He pulled his head away, and held her hands in his. His gloves were off, and his hands were cold. He brought his head close to hers and pressed his lips to her. She was stunned. He had chosen her, not Meg. He had let her go so he could be with Christine. Her hand weakened and she heard a clink on the floor and a splash in the water. It was Raoul's ring. Then Erik walked to his piano and began to play a slow, meaningful tune. It was her song. He had composed it long ago. Then, as memories of long ago would, they faded away into the cold past. All that mattered was the present and her future with Erik. She followed him to the piano and sat on the bench with him, and began to sing their song until their memories faded into grey as the past would.
