A/N: Sort of boring, really sorry! Bear with me… please? Most of this is just reflections, again, but from Christine's point of view.

Disclaimer: Own nothing but the plot…

But I got Mr. Lloyd Webber :hears pounding from inside bathroom: to play me some Phantom music! IT'S ONLY A MATTER OF TIME evil snicker …

Chapter 2: Christine

Christine sat on the pouf, staring at her full-length wall mirror, absent-mindedly petting Ayesha. She was devastated. She hadn't talked to anyone except Marie and Ayesha in a long while, and she wasn't about to change that. What, or rather who, she really missed was Erik, and wished she hadn't left him that night.

She couldn't believe that Erik had misunderstood her kiss as an attempt to save Raoul. She had kissed him to show him she loved him, she chose him, but he hadn't seen that. Her heart broke when he sent her and Raoul away.

Christine had tried to go back to him, to explain, but Raoul had pulled her back. "Stupid, Christine, stupid. You know you have more strength, you could have fought harder!" she thought to herself and buried her head in her hands.

Raoul had pushed her into the boat, and tears had welled up in her eyes. She hadn't believed this; everything was turning out all wrong. She had looked back at Erik sadly as the boat started moving. She hadn't noticed Raoul looking at her.

After a few moments, she hadn't been able to take it anymore; she ordered Raoul to stop the boat, an intensity in her voice that she had never known she had, and climbed out of the boat, wading through the water back to Erik. Walking up to him, she thought of staying, and telling him of her love, but that would trigger Raoul to get the police, or fight at Erik, which would leave someone dead in the end. Instead, Christine had given Erik the one thing that she wished belonged to the two of them, not to her and Raoul. Squeezing Erik's hands lightly, she felt her tears now freely flowing down her face. Her lips formed the three silent words, "I love you.", but it was barely visible, and she couldn't tell if Erik noticed or not.

She had reluctantly let go of his hand and turned around, eyes moist and filled with sadness. She walked back to the boat and climbed in. Raoul had taken her wrist in a death grip and started singing the song they had shared that night on the roof.

Christine had joined in hesitantly, but only because she knew Raoul might hurt her if she didn't. For all she knew, he could break her wrist and act like it was an accident, or pretend not to notice, so she sang. She took the chance and looked back at Erik while singing, but only for a few moments, enough to let him know that she was singing to him thanks, Emily!.

As soon as they were out of the building, Christine had painfully wrenched her hand out of Raoul's grasp and moved off to the side, indicating that she would wait there while Raoul went to get his carriage.

She had then busied herself with inspecting the opera house. The fire was being put out, and it saddened her to see that it was falling apart, charred and burned. It was then that she thought about Erik. It would kill him to see his opera house like this, even if he caused it...

When Raoul came with the carriage heh, that sounds really wrong, she climbed in, refusing his help. She had sat in silence all the way to Raoul's house, thinking of Erik. When they reached the house, she had once more refused Raoul's aid and got out of the carriage on her own, slowly walking into the house. She had found a spare bedroom and locked herself in, for privacy and quietness. She had wanted absolutely no contact with Raoul whatsoever, but she knew he would confront her at some point.

While Christine was thinking, Raoul had finished his walk and was now in front of her room. He started pounding on the door, and threatening to break it down if she didn't open it now.

'I guess that time is now…' Christine thought to herself, sighing. She got up and walked towards the door.

a/n: Alrighty, that was annoying; I had it all written out, but it took me one and a half days to type it…tee hee, don't be mad! I am in the process of writing the third chapter; it's already 2 pages (4 sides) so yeah…should be up in a few days.

Thanks to Countess Alana, anonymous giggle, Clayphan16, Emily, and Haley (i-heart-elphie) for reviewing! You guys made my day!

Sandra: I will be doing my author's notes in this form from now on…
Amanda: THANKS TO ME!
Sandra: Thanks, Amanda… uhm okay lol
Erik: What about me!
Sandra:licks lips: Oh don't worry, I'd never forget about you…
Mr. Lloyd Webber:almost knocks bathroom door down: Share your love with meeee!
Sandra: EW GROSS !
Amanda: EW GROSS !
Erik: And guess what, you made me so hot that they can't resist me, so it's your fault..
Sandra: Ya know…he has a point…
Amanda: hmm…

'Til next time! Lahve y'all soo much keep reviewing…

Erik: Or else… :takes out Punjab:
Sandra: HEY THAT'S MY LINE!