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Chapter 3

Christine paced back and forth, staring at the empty mirror, back down to the floor, then at the mirror again. How could he do that to her? How could he push her away? What inside of him had flared so quickly that it seemed he couldn't stand the sight of her? Her heart ached now more then ever before. She knew why he was so angry. So many years of hate for not her, but her decisions, or what he assumed she had done, had made him furious at her. Did he still love her? Or did his dreams bring him back to the past; before life was so complicated and painful?
A knock on the door jolted Christine from her thoughts. Meg peered her head in from the door.
"Christine, I'm glad you're back. I want to show you something." She said, her eyes shining with excitement, even though she tried hard to hide it.
"I'll be right with you, Meg. I have a few things I must do before I forget. Will you wait a few minutes?" Christine said gently.
"Oh course. But do hurry - it's not right for you to spend your day cooped up in your room on your birthday! You should be out having fun."
"And I will. Just a few minutes?"
Meg kissed her friend's cheek. "I'll be waiting in Mother's room. When you are finished, we'll go."
And with that, Meg fled the room.
Christine ran to her dresser, pulled out paper and took her pen, then began to write.
My beloved Angel of Music-
Christine stopped. That was no way to start a letter. She crumpled the paper and started anew. This time, she got it to her satisfactory and began to write feverishly.

Christine was back to pacing. She was waiting for her letter to dry. As she blew softly on it, she read it over to herself.
Dearest Erik,
Please take the time to read this letter. I realize now, as
I should have before, you do not know about the recent
events. I tried to explain them to you, but you left me no
time. I have come to realize that your actions were just,
understanding what you must think of me. Please allow
me to explain to you a few things that you haven't the
knowledge of.
When Raoul and I left your lair, we began our engagement
over again. But by the next day, grief beyond anything I
have ever known struck me. I could think of nothing but the
dreadful thought that I had betrayed my Angel that had
given me so much; whom I owed so much to. I needed to
see you again, if not just to explain my actions. Meg had
come to me just as I was about to go to your lair, and told me
about how she, and a mob of people, had gone down and
raided your home. I asked her what they did when they saw
you, and she told me you were no longer there when they
arrived. I couldn't make myself believe that you had left,
or that I would be separated from my Angel for the first
time since I knew him. I ran down the passage ways from
my mirror, and, to my horror, saw that Meg had spoke the
truth, and that not only were you gone, but nearly all you
owned. There I wept heedlessly, trying to keep hope in my
heart that you would return, though somehow my heart
knew that you wouldnt. Days passed, and Raoul did his
best to comfort me, God bless his soul. He really did try.
But what you did to him, he could not gather any sorrow
for that fact that you were gone. He couldn't possibly
understand, as could no one. Until I talked to Madame
Giry. She was just as heartbroken as I was, though in
a different sense. Also, she was able to handle it. Though
I truly know very little about your past, she did tell me that
you left when you were younger for quite a sum of years, and
that she would try to pretend that it was like back then. But
as the weeks when by and she saw that you did not return,
she became as crestfallen as I was.
It became clear that, wrapped in my grief, I could not marry
the Vicomte any time soon. Though I promised to stay true to
him, all plans were called off until I could learn to be without
you. Alas Erik, to this day I have not learned that lesson, and
I do believe I never will. The hardship of life is just too much
of a burden without you there to help me through it. It was
then, when the realization of this dawned on me, when
I knew that I could not love Raoul as I should; not when I couldn't
have him, and only him, there to love me and that be enough to
satisfy my heart. I told him this, and the engagement was called
off for good.
Meanwhile, I also stopped singing. To me, there was no one left
to sing for with the knowledge of knowing that you were absent
from the theater. Even now, I remain in playing silent roles. To
keep my stay here, I am also a seamstress. I fear that I will never
get the feel for it - my fingers that bleed so much every day when
I prick them unmercifully beg me to stop, but without this task, I
could not afford to keep my dormitory.
Carlotta is not the supreme Diva here anymore, either. She was
heartbroken after finding out that Piangi was dead. She tried to
sing after that, but her heart was gone, and she soon retreated.
She has now left Paris, and I think, she is now residing in Spain.
Please do not gloat in this too much, as I know you will.
In her absence, they called on me to sing in her place, knowing
I was capable of it after the performance of Hannible. I refused,
for my heart also had fleeted from me. In the heat of it all, Meg
rose to the occasion. She had been receiving singing lessons on
the side of her ballet lessons, and she had grown to be quite good.
In desperation, they put her in the lead. She made quite the star,
and is now, for the fourth year, the Diva of the stage.
The theater is very much the same as it was before the fire, in
case you wanted to know. And I think you will find great pleasure
in knowing that Box Five is still kept empty. Firmin and Andre are
very superstitious now, and are quite jumpy, though they know
you are no longer here.
There are others, but I do not think you are very anxious to hear
of them, so I'll leave them out. As for me, I have decreased much,
if I could any lower then I was when you knew me. I have taken on
odd jobs since your departure, trying in vain to find you. Madame Giry
for a while helped me, then in sorrow, gave up . She has retreated to
herself now, only talking during lessons, briefly to Meg at night, and to
me to tell me that I would never find you. How wrong she was!
As for Raoul, I have not seen him since the day that our engagement
deceased. He is still the patron, but his checks are now the only thing
that makes it's presence here at the Opera. I have heard nothing of
him. I worry, knowing not whether he remains in Paris or has moved
as far from me as possible. There are rumors from the ballet tarts,
of course, but like you taught me even as a small child, not to
listen to a word they utter.
I do not.
I hope, now that you have been informed of all you missed, that you
will not push me away the next time I see you, which I pray is soon.
My heart soars like it has not soared for the longest time at just
the thought of seeing you again.
Your Angel, even now,
Christine Daae

Christine slipped it into an envelope and sealed it, then started to run for the post office. Before she even reached the lobby doors, however, Meg had caught up with her.
"Christine, where ever are you off too?" Meg asked in confusion.
"I must mail this letter. It's very urgent."
"Nothing is wrong, I hope?"
"No, but it is very important."
"Then I'll just have someone deliver it to the post office for you."
"But it must be tonight, and it must reach there."
"Then I'll find someone now; some one dependable." Meg said. Christine reluctantly handed her the letter then Meg fleeted off. In a few minutes, a smile spread across her face, she led Christine down to the ballet rat's dormitories.