Memories of a Forgotten Childhood

Part 11

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A small Christine watched as her father so very weak gave the maid an address. The new home for Christine once he had died. Christine bit back tears as she watched her father die. When he had been pronounced dead, Christine ran off to the gardens where she let out her grief and cut her long hair, knowing it would grow back. She had lost her father, what was she to do? She would live in an Opera house now, and where was her angel of music?

Last night, I waved goodbye
now--it seems years
I'm back in the city
where nothing is clear
but thoughts of me --holding you
bringing us near

Her mind played the day Mme. Giry came to take her away; she left the country side to be in the city. The angel had still not come, maybe he would never come. Had this all been a lie from her father? It could not be! Her angel would come for her. He had to come, and he did.

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And tell me
When will our eyes meet
When can I touch you
When will this strong yearning end
and when will I hold you again

Erik could not grasp the thought of his tears over her dead body. In fact the very thought broke his heart. As the carriage neared the estate he saw Christine standing by the window her hands caressing the soft glass. Without thinking he jumped out of the moving carriage and ran onto the grounds. Christine's eyes softened and tears fell once more. Erik ran to the tree by her window and climbed it. Soon he was looking in at her. His mind then sang:

No one would listen

No one but her

Heard as the outcast hears.

Shamed into solitude

Shunned by the multitude

I learned to listen

In my dark, my heart heard music.

I longed to teach the world

Rise up and reach the world

No one would listen

I alone could feel the music

Then at last, a voice in the gloom

Seemed to cry "I hear you;

I hear your fears,

Your torment and your tears."

She saw my loneliness

Shared in my emptiness

No one would listen

No one but her

Heard as the outcast hears

No one would listen

No one but her

Heard as the outcast hears...

Christine looked out her window; the sight of Erik dried her tears. She then opened the window and took his loving hand, leaving the room.

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Kite and Zack walked into the house and held each other close. Zack, who was always strong, seemed weak at this very moment. Kite could not hold back tears as she and her beloved held each other for what might be the last time. Kite would not allow herself to cry this time, but it was too late for she had soaked Zack's shirt with her tears. "I'll always love you Zack." Zack nodded and held her closer.

"How much longer will I have to live without you," he asked his heart breaking once more.