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Chapter 11 - Unworthy

Christine

I stood like a fool, staring at him, my arms firmly fixed to my side as fought the urge to touch him again.

I did not know what else to say.

But what could I say?

My angel was definitely real. All the doubts that had filled my mind the night before vanished, only to be replaced by fresh questions.

Why would he have wanted to spend so much time in my company?

Doubts of a different kind plagued my mind and I closed my eyes against the sight of him.

What could he possibly see in me?

There is nothing special about me, nothing outstanding, nothing important.

And I love him – fool, fool, fool!

He is a genius, an artist – judging from our talks through the years. And what am I? A little nobody.

I kept the tears held back - taking in deep breaths as I tried my best to keep them from falling.

He would leave me.

He would see me for the nobody that I am and send me from him.

How could I, how will I face the world without him?

A picture of Raoul danced in my mind behind my closed eyes, a picture of how he had been the night before. Tall, fair, strong...

But no!

I did not and do not want Raoul.

My heart – all of me – belongs firmly to the man who was seated in front of me.

I opened my eyes suddenly as a finger traced my cheek catching a tear that had escaped my firmly closed eyes. He gently ran his finger down my face to my chin before releasing me.

No – I did not want him to let me go.

I looked at his face – sadness filled his eyes. A horrible pressure filled my chest as he rose from his seat and walked towards the boat.

He was disappointed in me. I had let him down.

"I will return you to the Opera," his voice filled the silence so gentle and strong just as I remembered it being from the night before, yet there was also something strained about his tone, like he was trying to keep something back.

I had angered him somehow.

What could I do?

He turned back towards me and reached for my hand as he escorted me towards the boat and jumped in after I was seated.

"The managers will be missing you," he pushed of.

And he was right, the managers had missed me. They had imagined all sorts to try and account for my absence ranging from sleep walking to abduction.

I had watched my angel carefully all the way back as he returned me to the Opera House.

My surroundings held no interest for me.

What had I done to upset him so?

He was doing what I had feared.

He had discovered that I had been a waste of his time. My heart broke at the thought of this.

I stayed silent as he left me at the entrance to the upper basement and told me how to return to the stage.

Now I am sitting alone on my bed and I have never felt so lost and alone since my father died.

It has been nearly three days since my discovery...since I found out that my angel is a man, and I have not heard from him - despite my regular visits to the chapel. Neither have there been any incidents concerning the Phantom.

Rehearsals have continued as normal, as have the performances, and every night I have sang for him.

I know that I am unworthy of any affection from him and that I am a fool to love him but I miss him so much.

Oh dear oh dear. So Christine thinks that Erik doesn't care. But what does he really think?

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Erik's point of view next.

I am so so so sorry that it has taken me so long to update but it is exam time YICKZ. But honestly you can only do so much revision before your brain turns to goo. So sorry if this is a bit of a slump in standards.

Hope you like.