A/N: Just a quick word here. . .
First of all, thank you so much for the reviews. They really provide the encouragement I need to continue, this being the first independent phic I've written that is worth publishing (or so I am told).
Please note that I purposely have not included any Christine POV, apart from thoughts. Thank you, and please enjoy the chap :)
Chapter Two
Oh Christine.
You sit at the breakfast table, barely picking at the extravagant breakfast I have laid out before you.
I can almost hear the questions running through your currently one-tracked mind.
Will Raoul ever return for me? you wonder helplessly.
No, Christine, I daresay that boy has caught a train and traveled as far away from Paris possible.
Will anyone ever find me?
I seriously doubt it, dear.
Do they even remember me?
I'm sure they do, but memories fade.
Will I be forced to live this way forever more?
Yes, unfortunately for you. However, if you would only speak one word to me, I promise that things would get better. I swear it. Have I ever lied to you, Christine?
As a starting point, perhaps you could ask me one of the questions that currently haunts you. Certainly I would have the answer, and your mind would be at ease once more.
But instead, I find you barely whispering that you are quite finished, and you rise from the table to retreat to your room once more.
Is that room your sanctuary, Christine?
Yes, I suppose it is.
But sanctuary from what?
I would never hurt you; I only love you.
But do you realize that?