Its been a long time since I have written anything. I didn't even really get to start on this story. I've been super busy with school and theatre. This isn't much of a chapter but I'm trying to get back in the habit of writing. I may change the pov. I'm playing with the idea of it being a but like a journal. I own no copyrighted material. Reviews are appreciated.
Erik
My Opera house is in ruins. Its my fault. I shouldn't have started that fire. I was just so desperate to have my Christine by my side. I still miss her. When I close my eyes I still see her as she was the night of her debut, singing like an angel. Her voice haunts me. I know I shall never hear it again. And yet I can't accept that. I keep waiting for her to return to me but she never does. It feels as if it has been an eternity though in reality it has been but a week. I've tried composing but I have no inspiration.
Rauol
The wedding is soon. Very soon. Then I will not have to worry about Christine being stolen by him. I see the way she looks at the piano in my house. She misses him. I don't think enough to go back to him. But still... I will feel better when we are married. I will make her forget him.
Christine
I miss my music lessons.