A/N: I know that it is a short chapter but I couldn't think of anything else, and I didn't want to rush things at all. I hope that everyone likes it. I apologize if I made Christine out to be a little mean and OOC.
Ch 6. Songs of the lovers
Emma sat in the road for a time. She finally concluded that Aric wouldn't come back, and went back to the opera house.
The next day, Emma would not leave her dressing room; she would not see anybody, most of all Christian. Emma heard a pounding noise behind her mirror, Aric was blocking the mirror. She began to cry. Aric was gone. Christian pounded on her door.
"Emma let me in! I want to talk to you!" Christian yelled.
Emma said nothing and did not acknowledge the Christian was there.
"Emma your parents are here, they want you to come home. They need to tell you something important." Christian said through the door. "It will help you understand what happened with Aric."
Emma opened the door, she didn't look at Christian fallowed her parents and went home. She was willing to do almost anything to know what happened with Aric.
The whole way home, her parents exchanged glances. Once they got there, there was a man standing on the stoop.
"Hello Mr. Hawker. I'm so glad that you could make it on such short notice." Raoul said delightedly as he exited the carriage.
"Mother why is Mr. Hawker here?" Emma was reluctant to exit the carriage.
"That's what we want to talk to you about. We have a surprise for you." Christine smiled.
"Oh Miss Emma! I am so honored to see you again." Jonathan Hawker bowed to her.
"Hello Mr. Hawker." Emma said slightly cold.
"Emma, do call me Jonathan. It would please me so to here the words leave your sweet lips."
"Hardly, Mr. Hawker. I would no sooner call you Jonathan than you would call me by my last name." Emma walked passed him and into her house.
Raoul ran after her.
"Emma, do try to be nice to Jonathan. He made a special trip out here." He said.
"I despise him with every fiber of my being. Why on earth did you invite him?" She questioned.
"That it what your mother and I wanted to talk to you about." He said as her mother and Jonathan came into the house.
"You are getting married Emma. To Jonathan." Her mother said.
"What! You can not be serious! I can't possibly marry that horrid man!" Emma shrieked.
"Emma do try to listen! You did not seriously think that you would choose whom you marry did you?" Her mother said.
"I had. Like you mother. I don't care what you see in me or don't, I was in love, until you ripped it away from me." Emma said through clenched teeth.
"What do you know about love?" Christine asked.
"As much as you did. Although it seems that since no one was there to tell you who you could and couldn't marry, you could marry whom you choose, but me, since I am not an orphan I am not obligated to choose. Mother, I know you were there! You and the phantom of the opera! Yes I know! I know everything. You hid it so well from me! Both of you." Emma ended.
"Emma… I… am sorry." Christine said "I don't know what to say."
"Then say nothing, you already drove the man that I love away." Emma replied coldly and left the house. She would not stop running.
Christine, Raoul, and Jonathan all stood at the house, dumbfounded. Christine was more concerned about how her only daughter found out about her past, although it was bound to happen someday.
Raoul was concerned about this boy his only beloved daughter had met and fallen in love with; he hoped it wasn't he and Christine again.
Jonathan was very concerned, he had almost no idea what was going on. He loved Emma, but she always seemed to shove him away, know he knew why, but that man had left his Emma now. About the phantom of the opera thing that Emma had mentioned, he hadn't a clue.
Emma collapsed upon a grassy hill a couple miles away from her house, near a wood. No one but Emma ever came here. She lay on her back; her breathing was heavy to hold back the tears that threatened to fall.
"Hope is your survival… a captive path I lead… no matter where you go, I will find you." She began the song that was meant for her shattered heart. "If it takes a long, long time. No matter where you go I will find you, if it takes a thousands years. No matter where you go I will find you, if it takes a thousand years. No matter where you go I will find you, in a place with no frontier. No matter where you go, no matter where you go, I will find you."
Through the wind Emma heard a familiar voice call back to her.
"The sound of holding on - almost a whisper the sigh of broken hearts - a quiet cry the rain upon your face Brings gravity and grace And softly you begin to breath again I don't have all the answers to your sad prayers But if I could I'd give you angel's wings To go where hope is found With strength to reach beyond And carries like a song upon the wind Please don't give up Please don't you give up Cuz I believe Yes, I believe I still believe... in us The sound of holding on - almost a whisper The sigh of broken hearts - a quiet cry The rain upon your face Brings gravity and grace And softly you begin to breath again. Let me go…" was what the wind told her.
The bushes rustled behind Emma, she didn't move or look. She knew that Aric was there. He heard her song, and told her to let go.
"I'll try." She whispered back.