Confessions at dawn...

Three days after he left Paris, the Vicomte de Chagny returned from Perros-Girec and instead of going home, he went to the Opera and looked for Christine, there he found that she had returned a day before him and seeing that no one commented anything else about her, Raoul thought that all his suspicions were true, the mysterious man who had accompanied her was Erik, if anything different had occurred she would had said something. He found the managers who told him that mademoiselle Daaé had the lead role in the next performance.

He left the manager's office behind thinking that Erik had had something to do in that matter, he didn't doubt the girl's capacity, but he couldn't get out of his head that there was something amiss.

So he went to Christine's dressing room and knocked the door. There wasn't an answer so he came in and turned on the gas-lamp. The room was empty; he saw Christine's things were in the same places. He sat in the stool in front of the desk and saw the white bouquet of roses. He made an attempt to throw them to the ground, but contained himself, closing his fist at the air, in front the blooms. He took a deep breath, got out and went home to take a bath and rest a bit.

In the afternoon he woke up and went to the Opera hopping to see her, on his way there he bought a bouquet of red roses, all beautiful blossoms. He thought in Christine, in how much he loved her and in Erik and how can he could win her heart only for himself.

He arrived at the Opera House in middle of the rehearsal and waited till it ended. He saw Christine in middle of the stage. She didn't see him, so he watched and waited till he could talk to her. He noticed that she had good control over the role which had been given to her only two days ago. All his suspicions were confirmed. When the rehearsal finished, he approached the stage and said coldly —Bon soir mademoiselle Daaé! — Christine was astonishing she didn't expect to see him there, so she could only reply —Raoul! What are you doing here? —this answer wasn't well taken so he spoke to her in the same tone— May I talk to you one moment? — then he thought better and said pleading — Please!

She accepted and they were walking from the stage to her dressing room in silence. When she locked the door she glimpse over him and asked —Yes?

—I was really worried for you all these days, what happened after you entered the grave? — He said uneasily. She thought it was better to finish this once and for all. She looked at him and sighted.

—You were there? — He tried to reply but she stopped him with a gesture of her hand — Come and have a seat. I'll tell you. – She was decided to tell him everything, all that had happened and all the things she said last night.

She had a seat beside him and started —When I entered the crypt, I fainted and Erik brought me to my room in the house beyond the lake. I was there about two days, we had our habitual lessons and we were talking about many things.

He tried to interrupt — What were you two talking about? — she stopped him again — Wait Raoul, I'm going to tell you. — She took a deep breath and continued— We were talking about how the lessons should continue and…— she hesitate for a moment— …we were talking about you.

He interrupted again —About me?— And she nodded — Yes, about you; about Erik and about me too.— This time he kept silent. And she continued after a pause. —We had our normal class in the morning and he brought me here after that. I went to the stage for the casting and the managers gave me the lead role. I returned and I thought about both of you. When he came for the afternoon class I was absentminded and he noticed. He suggested to take a stroll in the park and I accepted – she took a deep breath again and said —We were doing that when the conversation turned to those days that my father and I spent at Perros. Unknowingly, you came into the conversation and he didn't change it. So I told him the same things I'm going to tell you.

She was shaking, but he waited and she continued — I told him …that I really don't know my feelings for him and for you, that I never thought that I had to choose between you; that I 'm frightened about how you are going to take this…That I need some time to be myself and to think about what I want...I'm scared, that no matter what I choose…something bad will happen. How both of you will take it? The truth is that both are terribly jealous and I'm afraid what you'd dare to do for love!

He once thought that Christine would choose him instead of Erik, but he didn't imagine the inner turmoil that she had had to face, and he hadn't expected a confession like this. All and each one of her words resounded in his head.

She continued after a little pause —I told him;-— she took another deeper breath —...that I love your security, your pride, the freedom you offer me and your shinny love like the morning's sun; I told him... that I love his tenderness, his passion, all his mystery, all the dark secrets that only he can show me.— He couldn't believe what he was hearing. He only look at her with astonishment; for a moment he had had the idea that all this was a dream, a bad one. She felt shivers and her body shook again. She didn't look at him and continued speaking just as she had done with Erik the last eve. Once she started it was better not to stop or she could never go on.

Closing her eyes and trying not to think that another person was with her in the same room she went on — That I love his sadness and I love your happy memories; the memories of my childhood friend and the sadness of my angel.

The tears stared to bud in to her eyes— I told him that I love… that I love his sad and tender eyes and your sweet smile, the way both look at me; your presence beside me...— she said with a broken voice, but she was decided to end this —That I started to think that things could be better… if I disappear; if I had never known you, that I need you both beside me, that sometimes…I hate you and myself because I don't understand; that I hate myself because I didn't have the courage and determination to stop this, that I can't understand anything…That both are incomprehensible, and many times don't listen to reasons.

Her dress was wet in the lap; she was squeezing it and her hands were sweaty — That I'm tired of this game...that I want to finish this…that all nights I pray to our Lord to get a happy ending. —Her voice was slowly lowering its volume— That I don't want to hurt anyone, that I'd rather die before harming both of you, but you're killing me! I see the distance in your eyes and feel the sorrow in his voice...

There was a deep silence in the room like the heavy atmosphere of a funeral.

—Consider this like my confession at dawn; all and each of the words I said, I said them to Erik. I want to see him smile and I don't want you to cry again for my sake.

I want to apologize myself for the delay, but I had had some technical problems with the final version of the chapter. However, I want to thank you for your patience. Personally I think that this is my best deliver, but I guess that you have to judge that fact. As always, I don't own nothing and I apologize myself for the languege faults as always.

Thank you to all and please, I beg you to send me a review, It's so important for me, I have an idea that I want to run, but I need to know your opinion, I want to make 3 diferents disentangles, what do you think? He?