Thanks again for all my reviewers. The reviews are kind of slowing down but I am grateful that there are some people reading it. (unlike my other stories, no one read those unless i forced them to do it) anyways, thank you all for your kind words. I was reluctant about the song I wrote Angel of Music but after reading your reviews, I'm glad that you like it. Okay, so here is a very brief chapter. It's about Raoul and Christine remembering their past as children. Okay, thanks a bundle!


As Christine walked down the street she could not contain the smile that spread on her lips. She met her Angel of Music. She heard him, he told her that he would always be there as long as she needed him.

She would always need him. She missed her father dearly and would never want the Angel, the only being that connected her and her father to go away.

She was so happy that she did not hear a pair of footsteps behind her.

"Christine!"

Christine turned. It was Raoul.

Only it didn't really look like him. He seemed different somehow. When she would hang out with him before school started and during school that day, he would wear a black leather jacket and a very expensive watch. There was always something that made him stand out. But not now. He seemed so normal now. He was wearing a unbuttoned shirt and jeans, he seemed so humble somehow with his wet blond hair combed back.

However, it didn't distract her from asking her question. "What are you doing out here in the middle of the night?"

He caught up with her, out of breath as if he had been running after her. He placed his hands on his knees. "I-might-"

"Take a deep breath, Raoul," she said amused.

After a big breath his faultless smile made an appearance. "I might as you the same thing Miss DaƔe."

She smiled. "Midnight stroll," she lied. "You?"

"Same." Then he laughed as if to himself. "Mind if I walk you home?"

She shrugged. "Sure."

They walked in silence for about two minutes and when Raoul spoke she noticed that she, like him, didn't like uncomfortable silences. "I lied."

Christine frowned. "Huh?"

He chuckled softly. "I lied when I said that I was out for a midnight stroll. I came because I saw you through my window walking alone."

"Oh," Christine said looking down the street. The neighborhood seemed so normal. There was the basic two-story houses. Wouldn't someone rich like him live in a different neighborhood? "Left the Rolls Royce and BMW at home, did you?"

He laughed at her again. She didn't know she was so funny.

"I don't have any of those cars," he said to her. "I wanted to talk to you."

"About?" she inquired.

"About today," he said matter-of-factly.

"Oh," she said regretting the conversation. "That."

"Yes, that." Raoul sighed. "Look, it wasn't that long ago that we just used to talk. We were the best of friends when we were little-"

"Playmates," Christine corrected. "And that was because our parents arranged everything."

He stopped and took her upper arm gently, making her stop too. "Christine even so. You would talk to me all the time."

"I was six," she told him. "I talked to my Barbie too."

He sighed as if exasperated. "Christine. We were friends once, before your father had you move. I trusted you with my secrets and you did the same. Just because it's been more than ten years doesn't mean that I won't be here for you just the same."

Christine frowned.

"I'll be here for you if you ever need to talk. You don't need to mourn for you father alone, that's why you have friends that care for you. Talk to them, confide in them. Confide in me too. I will always be here for you, little lotte, if you need me."

She smiled and looked down the dark street. Her father and Raoul (when they were little) always called her little lotte. How had he known that those two little words would bring her happiness?

"Your father wouldn't want you to carry this burden alone," he whispered. "He wouldn't want you to mourn his death."

She felt his fingers under her chin. "You're not alone, Christine."

She smiled at him, suddenly remembering her angel. "I know I'm not."


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