Christine

I awoke the next morning, very disoriented I suppose. I looked around my dressing room to see no one but Erik lying on the floor by my side: I smiled as I gently stroked his hair. As I did pain shot through me. I lay back in my bed for a moment till it stopped hurting: I woke Erik as I did this.

"What's wrong mon ange?" he said as he saw the pain in my eyes.

"I'm fine now... Do not worry. I'm just a little sore." I said half lying; I didn't want him to worry too much about me, but that was near impossible. The pain was excruciating at times but I managed.

His eyes were locked on me now, reading every little thing that popped into my head and seeing every feeling that I feel.

"You're in pain." He said his eyes filling with sadness and remembrance of what had happened.

"You can tell..." I said as I turned my face away from him.

He gently tilted it back to him and said, "Christine, you can feel how I feel right?"

I nodded to this, oddly enough I could feel everything he felt.

"Then I feel everything you feel. How did you think I found you last night? He asked. "No one had told me where you were at... I... found you because I could feel where you were at... Odd isn't it?" He said as his gorgeous blue eyes began to burn sapphire blue.

"A little... If you think about it though, it really isn't. Love I suppose is full of surprises." I said.

He began staring at me intently; I felt myself begin to blush under his gaze. He smiled when he saw this.

He kissed me then ever so gently. The pain began to melt away and all that was left was him. He looked at me then, with his eyes still burning sapphire blue, and said, "Let's go home." He then picked me up ever so gently and we were gone.

2 Months Later

"Christine? Where are you it is almost time." cried Meg as she ran into the dressing room I was in.

"Hold on I'm almost finished... Meg? Are you ready to see?" I asked now, nervous as hell.

"Yes please I have to see it!" She said very excited.

I opened the door slowly to reveal my wedding dress. It gleamed of white and was soft as angel hair.

"Oh Christine," she gasped, "It's beautiful. You look as if you're an angel sent from God."

I began to blush... It would soon be time for that final walk alone to my beloved Erik.

I wondered if he was as nervous as I was; I think he is probably worse; I smiled at this. "He was right." I thought aloud.

"What?" asked Meg.

"Oh nothing, it's about time." I said rising up from my seat and taking one last look at myself in the mirror.

"Oh dear God, time has slipped away so quickly! I must go get the veil and flowers." She cried as she hugged me and ran off. Before she shut the door she added, "I'll be back with them in a moment." Then she was gone and I was left alone in my dressing room.

My mind began to wander a little but I was ever vigilant of the time and for Meg to return. I sat in a chair by a vanity. Looking in the mirror; I sat for a few minutes in complete silence, dreaming of what tomorrow might be like.

Then something woke me from my daydream, it wasn't Meg though. It was faint murmur at first, then it grew stronger and clearer. It was a voice, but not the voice of my beloved Erik. I couldn't pin-point exactly whose voice it was or what it was saying.

Whom ever the voice belonged to, none the less, it was singing. The song sounded so familiar, so sweet. It took a moment but it became clear: I couldn't believe though whose it was.

"Raoul?" I whispered as I turned and looked around the room. The voice grew louder. I became frightened at this. I sat still for a moment, telling myself, "He's gone. It's your imagination. There is no one there." I bent my head into my hands, running those words over and over in my head trying to make the voice go away.

I began to shake as the air had grown chilled and full of sadness. The voice was becoming deafening; it surrounded me and soon overtook me. I was trying to fight it.

Suddenly, the voice stopped and the air grew still. I then I felt gentle yet strong hands grasp my shoulders.