No More Heartbreak
Disclaimer: I do not own POTO and never will….but I wish...sighs and mumbles soon…my darling phantom……you will be mine!..not
"….."> talking
'…..'> thinking
Dear readers,
I was bored with my other stories which were old and all that I decided to make this one...I hope it's good and that you all like it.
Your loyal servent
XxXxMisunderstood AngelxXxX
Chapter 1- Finding Someone To Love
It was a somewhat stormy night and the whole Opera house seemed silent like a ghost town, but in curtain areas you could hear the faint sound of a cloak moving around and light foot steps. They say there is a ghost in the Opera house that goes around killing people, but some said that the ghost was a gentle person….well….that was only Mme Giry.
A few days before Christmas a girl about 19, named Crystal, cam to the Opera house to see if she would be able to find a job of some sort, since her parents just died. Mme Giry was told to give her a job as a maid since there wasn't really anything a girl so shy could do, she would really sing in front of people, she wouldn't dance in front of people, and she really didn't talk that much either. It was hard enough to find out her name but all in all she was a quiet one that would watch the girls dance and sing, at times it looked like she was in a trance and that she wouldn't finish her work but she did.
One night she was up cleaning some of the Opera seats near the stage when she remembered some of the songs they sang that day during rehearsals and smiles slightly. She closed her eyes and tried to focus on the song that was in her head before she actually started singing it in a gentle voice which held power and beauty.
"Think of me
think of me fondly,
when we've said goodbye.
Remember me
once in a while -
please promise me
you'll try.
When you find
that, once
again, you long
to take your heart back
and be free -
if you
ever find
a moment,
spare a thought
for me
We never said
our love
was evergreen,
or as unchanging
as the sea -
but if
you can still
remember
stop and think
of me . . .
Think of all the things
we've shared and seen -
don't think about the things
which might have been . . .
Think of me,
think of me waking,
silent and
resigned.
Imagine me,
trying too hard
to put you
from my mind.
Recall those days
look back
on all those times,
think of the things
we'll never do -
there will
never be
a day, when
I won't think
of you . .
We never said
our love
was evergreen,
or as unchanging
as the sea -
but please
promise me,
that sometimes
you will think of me!"
She giggled lightly and spun around her outfits skirt flowing gently as she looked up at the stage and dreamed about singing up there in front of a big audience "…But…..I'm way to shy to do that….." There was one thing she didn't really notice, it was a man standing in the shadows watching her from a far, admiring her beauty and her wonderful voice as he mumbled to himself "…..She's better then Christine…….all we have to work on is…her shyness…." He smiled slightly and turned around to go through one of the many tunnels in the Opera house that lead to his layer.
To be continued..
Dear readers,
Tis a shame that I must stop here but I'm being forced to go do some chores……but don't worry once I'm done I'll get back to it!
Your loyal Servent
XxXxMisunderstood AngelxXxX