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Though a Rose May Fade…
Chapter IX- Blinded
The one quote "You never know how much you love someone until they're gone" never really made an impact upon Raoul because in his life he has had everything he could ever dream of. He was an invincible Vicomte de Chagny, Patron of the Opera Populaire and proud spouse of Christine Daae, the radiant chorus-girl-turned-soprano. He could have anything. Now, he was hanging by a thread of sanity, though the string was slowly thinning. It would not be long before he would break. Those words never meant so much until now. He regretted everything he had done to her. It was completely unforgivable, yes. He would have done the same if he was in her situation. He let his foolish pride get the better of him. Now she was gone.
He saw that his parents were escorted out of his manor rather than stay for a whole month as planned. He could not bear to look at their faces without being reminded of the pain they caused Christine and the pain they caused him. He wanted to blame them for everything that had happened, for the reason that he was never there for her after their marriage, how they never talked, kissed, or how he never took the time of day to express how much he felt about her. He wanted to blame them for why he and Christine drifted so much apart. He wanted to blame them for why he hadn't defended her and for why she had ran away hurt and alone. He did with all his heart. He wished for it to be so and in his grief he almost succeeded. Though he knew deep in his heart that it was he that truly hurt her, he could not bring himself to admit it for that would erase the last bit of sense he still had. He would find her no matter what the cost may be.
In a blinded rage at what had passed before him, he ravaged the town for his beloved Christine. He searched everywhere he could possibly think of. He alerted all who knew Christine. He visited every person or acquaintance who knew Christine or who he thought could possibly be helping Christine. This angered him somehow. He wanted only him to be comforting her, no one else. He wanted to be her everything. He hired a search party throughout all of Paris to find the missing Prima Donna. He knew that no one would get away with it for long. He would find Christine and bring her back to him where she belonged. He believed she was meant for him no one else.
He could hardly imagine what situation she might be in currently. It scared him to even think she could be out in the cold alone and frightened, calling out his name. He didn't want her to be in a deserted area living the life of a true prostitute. He didn't want her with another, even if that other was taking excellent care for her. He couldn't bear to think that she could feel anything for someone other than him. The thought was just too preposterous! Never would there be another to replace him… would there? He convinced himself that she loved him and no one else. Sometimes he would even wait by the door the entire night hoping that she would rush through and somehow forgive him for the wrong he had caused her. Then when he woke the next morning it pained him to find she was not there. The more he dreamed the more determined and blinded he soon became. People began to think of him as mad or insane. But insanity turned to obsession and obsession turned to desire.He would find her and whoever had her would pay greatly for their meddling.
"I will find you, Christine. You will be mine."
