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Okay, I have just realised that I am the world's biggest prat. I only forgot the blasted disclaimer. So, just to clarify, I own NOTHING except the plot. I feel very stupid now. runs away and hides red face
Christine lay silently next to Raoul, staring up into the darkness. The immense dark room reminded her of the lair…. And the man who remained there, trapped in his world of never-ending night.
Her angel.
Why did he urge her to go? She would have stayed, and gladly! She wanted to stay there.
She glanced over her shoulder sadly at Raoul, who slept on peacefully. Little did he know how she really felt. She had not really resisted him-she'd allowed him to hold her, to kiss her-and now she was sleeping (or doing a very bad job of it) in the same bed as him. Christine shuddered. This was certainly not what she had planned.
Why hadn't she resisted Raoul? Because all the while she was pretending that it was her angel holding her mouth captive in a lingering kiss, her angel's arms encircling her protectively (or was in possessively?), and her angel who lay next to her at that very moment in time. And when she'd opened her eyes to gaze at the man she loved, and breathed in to inhale his disturbing, yet strangely comforting scent, she would find herself faced with Raoul's nose as he dived in for yet another kiss, and his overpowering reek of over expensive cologne, and she would remember that it was all just a fantasy-her angel remained alone in his secret hideaway, where music was his religion.
She was stuck with a vain, stinking rich dandy, who, much as she loved him as friend, could never hold a candle to her one…. her only…. her angel.