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: Well, this is the last bunch of the chapters! I know that it is quite a lot but it will be really tough for me to get Internet access this summer. Anyways, I hope that you enjoy and have a great summer!
Chapter 50"I beg your pardon?" Christine asked as she saw tucking her son into bed.
"Erik might give me some piano lessons and thought my singing was very good."
"He heard you sing?"
"Yes."
"You like Erik very much don't you?" Christine said softly.
"Very. He seems sad at times though…"
Christine just remained silent.
"Mother?"
"Yes, child."
"What were the two of you arguing about?"
"Nothing really…"
"Do you know him?"
"Yes. We used to be close friends."
"What happened?"
"You ask too many questions."
"I just want to know."
"You'll understand in time…" she said as she gently wiped some hair off his face.
"He just seems so sad. Almost as sad as you."
"As me?" she said surprised.
"You try to hide your feelings but they show."
"And him?"
"He hides how scared and sad he is with anger. And the poor man wears a mask."
"Victor, you must promise me something," Christine warned with urgency.
"What?"
"Don't speak a word about Erik to your father."
"Why not?"
"Just trust me when I say this okay?"
"Yes mother. Mother?"
"Yes?"
"Can Erik teach me piano?"
Christine thought for a moment before saying, "If he accepts, than you shall."
"Good. Mother?"
"Yes?"
"Sing me another sing."
"Alright."
She did so as she had many times before until Victor silently nodded into a deep sleep and drifted away.
Christine gently kissed him, turned off the light, and closed the door.
She then fell pressed against it as she began to feel her tears stinging.
Help me god. I'm afraid I may not be able to live like this much longer.