Chapter 15

The Letters

Heather leafed through the letters. Some were addressed to her; others were addressed to Paige or Alyssa. One was even addressed to Clay and Scot. Some only had dates. Sorting through, Heather divided them among her friends. She then took hers and the dated ones; she would read them aloud when everyone was done with their own.

Heather picked up the earliest dated one she could find and carefully opened it.

"Dear Heather," it started in elegant, curled writing, a sure sign the letters were at least hundred years old, if not more.

"I'm sure you're very baffled right now, but do not worry mon ami12, all shall be explained. Some by me, and some by my descendent. I hope that you receive these letters at the proper time, if my line has continued 140 years, or so, into the future.

In case you haven't realized this yet, this is Christine. You are wondering, I am sure. Look closely at the date." Heather stopped reading to look at the envelope. It was dated, January 20, 1871. She looked back at the letter and continued to read.

"January 20th, I hope you recognize it. Today is the day you left to go back to the future. You left not yet an hour ago. After you and Paige disappeared, Erik and I found ourselves in his apartment. I will be staying with him until our wedding can be arranged.

"Madame Gary and Meg will be our only witnesses. Erik will not tell me where we will be going for our honeymoon. However, he has promised it is perfect. After we return, Erik has promised we shall buy a house by a lake, it shall be beautiful. I will forever be thankful to you for opening my eyes to see whom I really love."

Then it was signed, "Pour toujours amis,23 Christine Daae"

The next letter Heather opened was from Erik. Heather read them all aloud. They were shocked when Meg and Raoul were married. They smiled when Christine had three children, one boy and two girls. They laughed when the oldest, their son Erik, scared away one of his sister's suitors by dressing up in his father's old phantom costume. The girls cried with sadness when Erik died, and they cried again when Christine's daughters wrote to them telling them of Christine's death at the age of eighty-one. That was the last letter in the stack of many.

The friends sat quietly on the couch for a bit while they let everything sink in. finally Heather managed to ask the question on everyone's minds, "How?"

Gerard smile, "I'm a descendent of Erik and Christine's son, Erik," he answered for them. "This package has been passed down through the family for generations. It is always given to the youngest. It was to be delivered on this exact day, according to Christine's will."

"What is today?" Paige asked in confusion.

Heather suddenly had an idea. Quickly she began flipping through the letters till she found the one dated June 13th. She opened it up and scanned the letter. "It's their anniversary!" she exclaimed. Gerard nodded, smiling.

"But, you're not French, you're Scottish." Paige said revealing some of her knowledge about her recently favorite actor.

Gerard chuckled, "You've done your homework." He explained, "Fifty-five years after Christine's death, my family moved to Scotland. We've been there for the past eighty-one years."

"Oh."

The others laughed at the expression on Paige's face. Scot leaned over and gave her a quick peck on the cheek.

Heather glanced at the clock, "Wow, we've been sitting here for an hour!"

"We are so sorry for taking up so much of your time." Alyssa apologized to Gerard.

"It was no problem. I'm here for the weekend anyways," he told them as he stood up. Everyone stood up with him as they said goodbye. Heather and Clay escorted him to the door where they shook hands.

Once he was gone, Heather went back to the couch. Gently she fingered the old delicate letters, lost in her thoughts of the past. Clay's hands on her shoulders brought her back to the present. Heather smiled up at him before she carefully tied the letters back into their worn black ribbon. She took them to her room and locked them in a little box for safekeeping.

Once she came back out, her friends had popped in the video and were already fast-forwarding through the previews. They all smiled at her before returning their attention back to the TV. Only Clay watched her as she walked to her usual seat on the couch beside him.

Kissing her on the cheek, he wrapped his arm around her shoulders. Happily she sat back. Heather smiled to herself; everything was going to be okay.

2- my friend- French

3-forever friends,

A/N: there we are! This is the end of this story! Hoped you viewers enjoyed it! Another story you may like(if you haven't read it yet) is Phantom in the Future. Give thanks to my friend Paige for posting this story up here for me aka Phantomess08. lol

The story Phantom in the Future is created by my friend Paige! So its her little creation. Please read it and let her know how it is so far! And too, in her next chap. (chap 15) she having a Masquerade in it and if anyone would like to be in it let her know at All you have to do is give her your first name and what type of costume you would like to dress up as! Thanks for reading my story and maybe reading Paige's as well!

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