The Opera House

It was a years since Danielle left him in his solitude. He wanted to fill this loneliness, but only Danielle could make him happy, without her, he was incomplete. He sat down at his paino and started to play. Then he began to sing:

I wanted you to know

I love the way you laugh

I want hold you high and steal your pain away

I keep your photograph;

I know it serves me well

I want hold you high and steal your pain

Because I'm broken when I'm lonesome

And I don't feel right when you're gone away

You've gone away

You don't feel me here, anymore

The worst is over now and we can breathe again

I want hold you high, you steal my pain away

There's so much left to learn,

and no one left to fight

I want hold you high and steal your pain

Cause I'm broken when I'm open

And I don't feel like I am strong enough

Cause I'm broken when I'm lonesome

And I don't feel right when you're gone away

Cause I'm broken when I'm lonesome

And I don't feel right when you're gone away

You've gone away

You don't feel me here, anymore

Tear rolled down Erik's eyes, he long to hold Danielle in his arms. His head fell into his hands, but then he heard someone singing in the distant. It was a voice of an angel, a young and inocent voice. He stood up and followed the music. He stood in the rafters and watched the little girl sing.

Nine Years and a couple of months later in a small village, two days from Paris.

"Mama, I don't want to go to bed." said a little girl as she ran around their little home. "Jocelyn please, you need to go to bed." said Danielle as she picked up her daughters clothes and toys around the house "If you don't listen, Uncle Chirs won't read to you." The little girl then ran in to her room and jumped on her bed. Danielle followed after her and put her clothes and toys away. Then sat on the edge of the bed and tucked her in. "Jocelyn, you know your tenth birthday is in a week and you still haven't told what you wanted." Danielle ran her fingers through her daughters black hair. Jocelyn played with the blankets between her fingers. "Well...no it's silly and you'll never go for it." Danielle smiled "Come on, you can tell me."

Jocelyn let out a sigh, then got all excited and jump up in her bed "Well, all my friends went with their parents to the Opera house in Paris and I was wondering if we can go." Christopher walked in the room as she was telling you mother. "Jocelyn, you know we can't go, we don't have enough money." said Danielle. Jocelyn then became sad and laid back down. "Come on, mom. You can take her to Paris." said Chris. Danielle looked back at him and gave him an evil glare. "I'll pay for you two to go and I'll come with you." Danielle jaw tightened, then she saw Jocelyn's eyes light up. "Alright, but I'm going to pay for half." Chris smiled. Danielle kissed Jocelyn's cheek "Good night." she said then left Christopher to read to her.

Danielle was pacing the room when Christopher was finish telling Jocelyn a story. She saw him walk in "You! How could you?" she pointed at him. "Elle, I thought you would want to go back to him." Danilelle sat down and her head fell into her hands "I do, I really do. But how can I tell him that he is a father. How can I?" Chris sat down beside her. "Elle, it's all my fault. I made you leave him. You wouldn't have left him if I wasn't here, But he needs to know. And what is a better, then for his daughter's tenth birthday." Danielle sighed then picked up a news post. "Let's see which opera we will go to." She looked down at the paper, "Well, we could go to the open of 'Don Juan', thats the one playing on her birthday." Christ smiled. "Okay, we're going to Paris."