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:Summary: He sank to his knees and pressed his hands on the flowers at her grave. A Raoul de Chagny fairytale. OneShot.
:beta-reader : Smileywoman from DDN
: Spring Storms :
A Raoul de Chagny fairytale
She had been one of the most beautiful women earth had ever seen. Before she could turn 25, she was taken from him on one of the first days of spring. It had been March and he remembered the day as if it were only moments ago.
Gray fades of memory rose in front of his inner eye, causing him to sink to his knees. Memories of her face and laugh withered through his poor mind. He pushed his hands on the flowers of her grave and a cry of pain shot through the silence. Raoul de Chagny had lost his love.
Her blue eyes had made him think of the ocean and her blonde hair of the sun. Their lives had been on the peak of love when she had stopped breathing and abruptly sank back into her pillows.
Raoul de Chagny could not bear the lose of his wife. She was his soul, his heart, everything he had not had before he knew her. Although he had not possessed her in any way, they had belonged together. Their dreams were to come true –
"Christine," he whispered.
His last words were only heard by the flowers. They would not share his secret. The flowers remained silent when he shed his tears on them and they remained silent when his blood covered them in a dark red.