Her heart was failing. Christine Daae stood there, in a beautiful gown, made for her, carful planning, and hours of labor, all for her. The veil had fallen off, in all of the commotion, but right now she didn't care. Her heart was failing. Any minute now, she would drop down, dead. So really, the choice laid out for her was fairly easy. She took a glance at her angel, her Erik. Only mere moments before, it seemed, she was telling him her secrets. Now, he was telling her his. His love, his pain. Oh Erik...if only you knew how much I would care for you...But Christine knew he would let her go, for he knew she would surly die from the sunless, lifeless home beneath the opera house. That is why her heart was failing...out of love, admiration.
Flashback...
"Angel?" Christine called through the passageway. "Angel"
It had been a week since that night on the rooftop. Oh, what lies she had said! But if she had told Raoul her deepest secret, that she harbored feelings for her strange angel, Raoul would have called her mad and abandoned her. At that time she had needed a friend, not a lover. But a lover is what she got.
Raoul had thought of Christine's words differently. He thought the sincerity in her voice was pity, not love. So he proposed to her. Now, Christine was a lost little girl again, looking for her angel. When no response came to her screams, she decided to find her way to the underground house herself.
Noticing that this departure fro her room wasn't nearly as magical, Christine decided to hurry up. Soon, however, she had found herself lost in the many passageways of the 5th cellar.
"my darling
Can you picture this?
Dream If you can
A courtyard
how can you just leave me standing?
Alone in a world that's so cold?
Maybe I'm just too demanding
Maybe I'm just like my father
Too bold
maybe your just like my mother
She's never satisfied
Why do we scream at each other?
This is what it sounds like when Doves Cry
Don't make me chase you
Even doves have pride"
Christine finished singing the first song Erik had ever taught her, 4 yeas ago. Now, she was 16, and still just as naive as she had been back then. Still lost, she decided to sing again, but the only thing that came out was a whisper.
"Why do we scream at each other"
Her angel's voice filled the dark corridor.
"I hate it when doves cry"
Erik too Christine and led her back to his home, where she told him her secret...that she loved him. Him! The phantom of the Opera! They planned it out, everything down to Don Joun. They would act, make it seem like Raoul was freed because of Christine giving herself to Erik. Erik, however, decided that Christine would have a better life with Raoul, and so he was going to send her away. Christine, however, knew her angel, and planned to be his, forever.
Before Christine left through the mirror, she sang something in her angel's ear.
"Even doves have pride"
Now, Christine stood there, ripped of her wings, raped of her pride. She had failed, Erik was too powerful. He would send her away, to be with that fop. No, she couldn't let that happen.
"Erik...oh please...Erik! Let me stay! I will be loyal to you forever!" Christine's voice rang through the home.
"Christine, I am ordering you! Go! Have a life, many wonderful children! I am nothing but a silly old love sick man!" Erik yelled at her, sarcasm spilling from his voice.
"Erik...once again you are wrong"
"Once again? When have I ever been wrong before"
"THIS is what it sounds like when doves cry." and with that, Christine ran to the boat where Raoul was waiting, and rowed away, wishing it was her past she was rowing away from. But, alas, it was her future.