Disclaimer: I do not own the song The Phantom of the Opera, though I did add in a few verses to make it match up to this story. I do, however, own Things I Hadn't Counted On.
Christine woke from where she had slept uncomfortably. The floor. She looked at the sleeping Phantom, whose face was streaked with dried tears. She turned away and started to sing to herself, the most familiar song of all.
"In sleep he sang to me,
In dreams he came,
That voice which calls to me,
And speaks my name.
And do I dream again? For now I find…
The Phantom of the Opera is there-Inside my mind."
"Sing once again with me,
Our strange duet!" the unforgettable voice came out of nowhere.
Christine turned to see the Phantom sitting straight up, singing in his loudest, most full voice. He seems a lot better. She watched in awe as he sang on.
"Though you fled from me,
To leave me behind,
The phantom of the opera is there,
Inside your mind!
Please…sing, my angel of music…once more!"
Christine stood and did as he said. "He's here…the phantom of the opera!"
"Sing, my angel!"
"He's here once more,
The phantom of the Opera!"
"Sing…"
"Once more, the phantom of the Opera!"
"Sing for me!"
"My love,
I fear,
The phantom of the Opera!"
Instead of commanding another verse or their strange duet, the Phantom stopped speaking. Fresh tears squeezed out of his eyes. "You do not know…how long I have wanted you to sing with me again."
"As…did I." Christine took a step closer and sighed. She began to sing again, this time more emotionally.
"You were once
my one companion . . .
you were all
that mattered…
And when you were gone,
I found myself…
Wishing you were
somehow here again . . .
wishing you were
somehow near . . .
Sometimes it seemed
if I just dreamed,
somehow you would
be here…
Wishing I could
hear your voice again . . .
knowing that I
never would . . .
All those nights,
Dreaming of you…" She broke off in sobs.
The phantom watched her carefully as she took a few more steps closer. The tears had stopped flowing. He opened his mouth and joined her.
"I, too found myself
Wishing I could
hear your voice again . . .
knowing that I
always would . . .
Too many years
fighting back tears . . .
Why can't the past
just die . . .?
No more memories,
no more silent tears . . .
No more gazing across
the wasted years . . .
Help me say
goodbye."
Christine joined in again with choked sobs.
"Wishing you were
somehow here again . . .
knowing we must
say goodbye . . .
Try to forgive . . .
teach me to live . . .
give me the strength
to try . . ."
Christine hoisted him out of bed and held him close, sobbing into his shoulder. "Forgive me…please, please forgive me! A part of me did love you…"
The Phantom collapsed onto the floor, weakly. "Oh, Christine…"
She got down on her knees to look at his eyes. "Pitiful creature…I never dreamed that this would happen to you."
He looked at her, pain in his eyes. He began to sing once more.
"I never counted on that boy.
He took you away from me,
When I finally had you.
I never counted on my plans failing.
I had it all so carefully planned out.
Carefully,
Carefully…"
He looked up at her. "Oh…Christine."
Author's Note: Sorry to cut this short, guys…oh and I know, it's really hard to imagine all of this because it's in writing…I'm sorry, I'm just such a poetry nerd! Well, if you don't like it…DEAL WITH IT!