Well sorry it took me so long to get this chapter up. I've had major writers block and I've been really busy. Thanks for your patience and continued support. It really helps.
((Disclaimer)) I own the Phantom as much as he owns Christine. A.K.A. I don't own him or the wonderful story he resides in.
"I thought it was just a dream…"
Without You
Chapter 6
Too Scared to Ask
"Where did you get that dress?" Meg could not help but be pushy. She knew that dress.
"I don't know…" Rain held her head and did her best to figure out her memories. "I can remember music and a voice. I can remember a mirror, water, a warm bed, this dress, and a handsome man." She looked to Meg. "Is there something special about this dress?"
"The night the Opera House burnt down there was a performance of the Phantom's Opera entitled Don Juan. The dress that you are wearing is the costume that Christine was wearing when the Phantom took her. I never knew what happened to it and I guess I now know." Meg turned around as she spoke and moved closer to the door. "Looks like you've had an encounter with the Phantom of the Opera."
"And it's not my first…" Rain mumbled under her breath. She sat down on her bed and let out a large sigh. "Do you think we can discuss this in the morning? I'm quite tired now and I need to think through what I can remember."
"Alright, we can talk tomorrow." Meg opened the door and left Rain alone to her thoughts.
Rain allowed her body to collapse onto her bed. She examined the dress that she had been given. She did her best to recall the events and more importantly who the man that had rescued her was. She could remember a very handsome man, with strong arms. He had a beautiful voice and could play the organ.
She could remember waking up in a bed that was softer then any she had ever been in before. She then remembered his eyes. The eyes that captivated her and made her think back to a time that she had long attempted to forget. She could think of one other person in her life that had the same color eyes with the same sadness and guilt but before she could think much more, sleep consumed her.
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The next morning, Rain's head hurt more then she could care to describe. She felt exhausted from the previous night. She quickly sat up. "Maybe it was just a dream." She smiled and then shook her head when she could see that she was still wearing the dress that had once belonged to Christine Daae.
She walked to her door and opened it. She was taken back by the sight that she saw. Dozens of peering and questioning faces stood staring at her. Each one of them had their own questions that they were too scared to ask…
Sorry this chapter is short. I figured I just had to get something out. I hope to write more next time, if I get some good reviews. Thanks again for reading.
Darkest Dreams
Lady Elanya
