Hello everyone:)
Just a quick note. Ok, here I bring chapters 34-38. And yes, FINALLY, in these chapters erik &christine will see each other again.
Phantomforever: Do not worry, his memory of Christine is NOT fading. You'll see that in the next chapters
darklady: Thanks! Yeah some friends of mine and people who reviewed the spanish copy thought exactly the same thing, lol.
Pertie: Thank you very much! I appreciate your words
And now, enjoy the updates everyone
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"I have dreamt of a place for you and I
No one knows who we are there
All I want is to give my life only to you
I've dreamt so long I cannot dream anymore
Let's run away, I'll take you there.."-Anywhere, Evanescence
When Angie entered the apartment, she noticed that everything was completely in silence. She looked around her and found strange not seeing him working at his desk, or just waiting for her arrival, leaning on the window frame and offering her that look full of complicity she'd never get used to. Without really taking his absence too seriously, she unconsciously shrugged her shoulders and left his things on the table, as always.
She was finishing this when two strong hands caught her shoulders. She smiled instead of getting startled this time.
'Precisely', he said softly, near her cheek, 'I wanted to ask you something'.
Laughing casually, the girl turned and she rested one of her hands on the lapels of his jacket, slightly pulling at it.
'And that question is…?', she encouraged.
He gave her a half smile. 'I just wanted to know if you wouldn't mind staying a bit after finishing off instead of returning to your apartment…That's all'.
Her cheeks blushed furiously when he named her apartment after what had happened there only a few hours before. The feeling of his lips on her neck, delighting her with such delicious caresses, still lingered on her skin. What was he trying to do keeping her with him after she finished her chores?
'Of course not… I…I'll come here later if you want me to'. She was looking at him timidly and yet knowingly.
He nodded and a last suggestion left his mouth as she abandoned his house once more.
'This would also be a good occasion to wear that dress I gave you…'.
She smiled to herself as she closed the door. Would that be the beginning of their relationship as a normal couple?
Xxx
She looked sideways and opened the door with urgent need. She knew where to go for she remembered clearly what lied beneath the luxurious and majestic façade of the Opéra Populaire. Down, below the stages and cellars, there was a place, a sancturary which once belonged to someone who would never come back to it, someone she would never see again…or maybe she would, after her death. Would he still be waiting for her? Heaven must have reserved room even for that wonderful fallen angel. He would be calling her to him, just like he had done in her dream, expecting their reunion, wanting her beside him again. Perhaps that secret Paradise would be the only place where both of them could get the peace they had sought through their lives.
She started walking through the dimly lit passages. Everything seemed cold now, so cold that she could do nothing to stop the shivers that assaulted her. But she had to be strong; she was coming near her final destiny at last, close to rejoin the person she must have chosen from the beginning. She didn't, though, because of her immaturity, her lack of common sense, for fear, for so many reasons…
In the place that awaited her she would know no worries, there would be no pursuers tracing her steps or his. They would take care of each other and make up for the lost time devoting to one another, confessing the words that should have been pronounced but that never left their mouths.
Forgetting that shadow of a life she was living and going to him was the only way to find peace and safety. In his arms, with his music and his presence…his caring gaze, full of admiration and love.
All those thoughts encouraged her to keep going in the dark. The moment of ending her agony, her pain… was coming, and she longed for its release.
It looked like the ending of the passage was not too far, as she could already see the great lake from the distance. When her steps reached the shore, she just stared in horror. What had they done to his home? Everything looked destroyed; the fabulous organ that had presided over the main hall was practically lifeless, reduced to splinters. She could picture him still, in the night she had woken up in that scenario. She remembered his thoughtful look as he held the quill with which he was writing his master piece.
The rest of the room was unrecognizable. It remained absolutely nothing. She looked around again. He hadn't deserved that ruin and that invasion of his privacy. He had never deserved it! How could they have shattered his sanctuary, his music, his world…
She covered her mouth with a white shaking hand, trying to strangle a scream and swallow her tears.
She needed to put an end to that horror, in the quickest way, it did not matter which, because her body could not sustain her anymore…
She made the effort to clear her mind and looked around her. She needed pebbles, lots of pebbles… They had to be heavy but large enough to fit in the pockets of the coat that covered her thin dress.