So sorry about the wait, I totally lost my muse, but after a tug at the heart strings, I'm prepared to write again.
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Katey's POV-
Meg and Mme Giry had waited until Christine was resting soundly in her bed back at the ballet dormitories before rounding on me.
They both started talking at the same time, and firing off random questions.
I held up a hand, and they stopped talking immediately.
"Please, Madme Giry, Meg, please let me rest a while; I am still shaken up from tonight's affairs. Let me to recover, and I will tell you what happened." I said, my voice sounding a little shaky.
Mme Giry pursed her lips, wanting to know the truth this moment, but she stood up, gave a last look at Christine, said to me "Tell me when you feel ready." and left, leaving Meg and I alone.
Meg got up, mumbled something about wanting to get some water, and left me alone with Christine, who was still in 'slumber'.
I got up from my perch on the end of Christine's bed and crossed to my own.
I drew my legs up to my chin and buried my face in my knee's and let my tear duct's flow freely.
Twice now I had been found by this man, this, this thing, and twice have been hurt. I suddenly wished I was home, that none of this had happened. I wanted the comfort of my own room, my own bed, and my own mom and dad.
"I don't care about if I see Raoul… I want to go home!" I sobbed, crying harder than ever.
Tears burst afresh from my eyes, and I knew I must have looked a mess, but I didn't care. I was sick of living here. For what I would have given anything to escape from, I would give anything to go back to; the year 2006.
"Fleur?" I heard a soft voice say from the bed beside me.
I quickly wiped my eyes, and looked over to see Christine looking at me with eyes full of sympathy, sadness, pain, and what seemed to be a little fear.
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Meg's POV-
I quickly left the room to follow Maman; I knew that Fleur needed to be alone. I could tell something had happened, and she needed quiet to sort things out.
"Maman?" I said as I entered mother's room.
"Yes Meg?" She asked, looking up from a picture on her dresser, which I believed to be Papa's.
"Maman, I am worried for Fleur. She seems very troubled." I said, hugging my mother.
"Don't worry for her, child. I think she just needs some time alone to sort some things out. She must have had a rough night." She said, petting my hair.
It had been a long time since we had hugged like this, and I didn't want to let go of Maman. I wrinkled my brows.
"Do you think she has a Maman or Papa?" I asked, wondering if anyone had ever held her like this.
Mother broke the embrace and held me at an arms length.
"Meg that is none of our business. Why do you ask anyhow?" Maman said, looking at me with a gleam of suspicion in her eyes.
"I was wondering if anyone had held her like we were. She seems so lonely, she never gets anything from post days and she never speaks of family." I said, a little cautiously, afraid of the answer.
Maman's eyes softened. "You're a sharp girl, Meg, and I'm sad to say you are probably right."
She put her arms around me, and I stood in shock. Maman was a kind woman, but I had never seen her so caring with a girl, besides Christine.
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Katey's POV-
"Fleur," Christine said again, stuttering to find words.
"You heard it." I said simply, cursing my idiocy for saying it aloud when anyone could have heard me.
"Raoul." She said, her brows furrowing, almost as if she wanted to shake the answers out of me. "Raoul De Changy." She said, she voice scarily steady.
"Yes…" I squeaked, afraid that I had past an invisible anger barrier for Christine.
"You… know him." She said, more as a demand that I tell her, instead of a question.
I hesitated, unsure how to answer. "I've heard …quite a bit about him, and I… wanted to… see him…" I said, struggling to find words.
"So you…" Christine said, dreading to say the last words.
"No. I've never seen him," I said, finishing the sentence of 'I've never seen him in person'.
She let out a sigh of relief and lay back down on her pillow. I watched her as she closed her eyes, and had the look of utter contentment on her face. She must have been thinking of the days she spent with Raoul at the sea.
I lay back as well and closed my eyes, watching in my minds eye the 2004 Phantom of the Opera, and when I saw Raoul I wanted so badly to see him, so know that he was real, to touch and to hug.
I opened my eyes and pushed away that thought. 'I'm not going to become one of those horribly stupid Mary Sue's that leaves Christine with Erik. As much as I love him, she belongs with Raoul.
My eyes began to tear up again. I was in my private Heaven, but it was slowly becoming like my old life, to see but not to touch and to experience.
'If I can't have Raoul, then WHY do I stay in this place!' I thought, making sure I didn't scream it at the top of my lungs like I wanted.
"'Am I in heaven or in hell?'" I sang softly, quoting Javert from Les Miserables.
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I hope you liked the extra length! I figured it would make up for me not writing in so long. (1,000 words people.)
As always, please review!