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 41
"I-I can't believe it," Christine told herself. She looked around and felt as if her life was frozen in time. "It's just as it was before."
"We fixed your dressing room in case you plan to sing any more opera in the future."
"I doubt that…" Christine whispered.
"If it's about the incident before," Madame Giry began.
"You knew Erik. He was truly kind-hearted," Christine said afraid of saying anything more.
"You still think of him?"
"Yes. Have you seen him?" she asked with wonder.
"You claim he's still here?" Madame Giry asked suspiciously.
"No. I meant, I wondered if you had."
"Nothing since the fire."
"I see."
"I shall leave you to rekindle old memories while I go help your son unpack."
"Thank you."
Madame Giry soon left and Christine glanced around in wonder.
"Erik…" she whispered.
She turned around and felt as if she might collapse when she saw the mirror.
She looked down at her mother's ring she wore on her wedding finger and did her best to fight back her tears.
Erik….Are you still here?…Are you alive?…What became of you?…Do not feel anger for me for I did all of this out of love…
She then walked towards the mirror.
Slowly she started to reach her hand forward in a reverie…
"Mother?"
Christine turned around surprised to see Victor in a little suit who was walking towards her, "You okay, mummy?"
"Yes…," she said drying her eyes.
"You look very sad."
"This place brings too many memories," she said sitting down. She then patted a seat beside her and said, "Come sit."
"What kind of memories, mother?"
"When I was young and sad I would cry myself to sleep here. I would pray for my Angel of Music to be there to comfort and protect me…" she whispered stroking his hair.
"Did he?" he asked gazing at her.
Christine stared in wonder at the eyes that were so identical to Erik's.
"Yes."
"Did you see him?"
"No," she said knowing that it was partly true when she was younger.
"Hear him?"
"Yes."
"Did he give you any signs other than a voice?"
"Sometimes," she said with some pain in her voice, "He left a rose without its pricks on it. There would be a black ribbon around its stem. I would wake up from a dream of him singing songs in my head and there it would be."
"You think he's still here?" he asked gazing around.
"Yes. I promise that wherever you may go, he'll always be with you."
"I hope so. I don't want to be alone," he said leaning against her.
"You're not alone…" she whispered softly.