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Part Four
Christine returned home weary and saddened. She stripped herself of her confining clothes and crawled back into her bed. As soon as her bed hit the pillow, the tears started to fall once more. She could think of nothing but him and what he had said.
The next day Raoul observed Christine's increased depressed and lifeless behavior. "What is wrong Christine?" He finally was able to blurt out.
"Hm?" She replied distracted. "Oh, nothing, Raoul, I was just thinking."
"Thinking about what?"
"I dont feel like talking right now." Christine rose and decided to take a ride alone to her father's grave. She sat down on the steps infront of the mausoleum like she had not to long ago, gazing at the ingraved "Daae" at the top. "Teach me to live," she whispered to the memorial. Once again there was the resounding, soft echo of her name. She turned her head to spot the end of a cloak disappearing behind a near by angel.
Christine slowly rose to her feet and turned swiftly to leave. She crossed the rows of grave sites until she felt a cold hand on her shoulder. She whipped around startled, only to find the sad eyes of the Phantom.
"I'm sorry," he sobbed. Christine let herself drown in his dark sadness, leaning her head on his shoulder in a tight embrace. The warm, salty drops that escaped from his eyes landed inbetween her dark, glossy curls. Christine raised her head to look at the mysterious, eyes to find the lonliness, sadness, and love for her pouring out. She slowly drew her face closer to his and gently kissed his lips and caressing the white mask with her finger tips.
Okaysers hope you are enjoying Part 5 is in the process darn it why can't I write longer parts?