Author: Sparkling-Diva
Rating: PG-13 (possibly more later)
Genre: Romance/Drama
Pairing: Christine/Erik
Feedback: Yes, please! Also being nice would make me happy.
Disclaimer: I do not own Gaston Leroux's Phantom or anything I might refer to based on Andrew Lloyd Webber's musical adaptation of it.
Summary: Christine makes an important decision that could forever change the lives of many…
Author's Note: New chapters! Yeahy! Here are CHAPTERS 36-46! Enjoy!
Chapter 36
6 years later….
"Mother! Mother!" a small boy yelled as he ran around a large house.
"What is it my son?" his mother asked coming out.
"Come into the garden with me!" he said taking her hand.
"What is in the garden that is so special?" she asked.
"You'll see," he said as he led her into a maze of green. Suddenly a smile of delight shone on his face and he exclaimed, "Look!"
The still young woman gasped at the sight before her.
Roses.
Bright red and magenta roses encircled the garden all around.
"Isn't it wonderful mother?" the boy asked gleaming in delight.
"Yes. Yes it is," she said softly.
So many memories, she told herself.
"Is there something wrong?"
The woman kneeled down in front of her son and said, "No. Not at all. I just was thinking of how beautiful they are. Now, c'mon along to dinner, Victor," she said trying to shrug of the memories.
"Yes, mama," he said running to the house, "Aren't you coming?"
"In a moment," she responded silently and softly as she heard he son wander off in the distance.
She then walked into the area where the rose bushes covered the walls of the outside garden. She then went to one in a middle of a bush and lightly touched the roses petals.
"Erik…" she muttered.
For years, she had lived under this lie and every night she had cried herself to sleep. Just like Erik had said he had done, she had learned to be lonely. Oh, how she wished that none of this would have happened and that she, Erik, and their son could be together.
Victor.
He was such a beautiful boy and what scared and deeply frightened her was the excessive amount of similarities he had with his true father. How she wished she could tell him…
"Miss Daae? Dinner!" she heard a maid yell braking off her sense of thought.
"Coming…" she whispered as she walked away in silence.
The rose fell without anyone to notice to the ground.