"Christine? Are you alright? If that madman did anything to you, I'll
go back down there and kill him!" I awoke to the angry voice of Raoul.
"NO! He didn't do anything! please don't hurt him!"
Raoul looked at me oddly. Every time a word came out of my mouth, he
winced. Me even caring what happened to Erik pained him. He started talking.
I paid no attention to what he was saying. I was trying to figure out where
we were. looking at the surroundings, I guessed we were at his home. "Well,
what do you say?" Raoul said.
He was down on one knee with a gold band in a box. In all my pain, all
I thought of was how much the ring looked the one Erik gave me. I still
had it. Erik told me,""You will be notified of my death
bury me at the point where you fainted into my arms. Please place the
gold band on my hand." I just nodded at his words. The true meaning finally
set in. I looked stupidly at Raoul."Yes" I said.
**************3 weeks later***********
I bent over placing the last shovel of sand on Erik's grave. I sat next to the mound of dirt and wept, wept for the joy that I was getting married in 2 weeks, and wept that Erik had died. Though I had been put through so much pain, I still cared for the Angel of Music.
*************2 Years later************
"Take it!" My daughter refused the food I had set out for her. Raoul and I had twins, a son and a daughter. I named my daughter Sylvia. Much to my husband's regret, I named my son Erik. Raoul did well in life. I settled down. Raoul hates it when I take the children to the Opera. I think he forbids me to go because he doesn't trust that I won't run away, and take the children too. I have regrets marrying Raoul. He doesn't trust me to do anything. Everytime I go to the Opera, I see Carlotta. I try to see her after the show, but she purposely avoids me. The years started flying by and my children were soon 12. Erik was obsessed with music. Sylvia kept asking me about my past. She wanted to know what happened to my Grandfather. I refused to answer.When they turned 20, Erik became an organist at the Opera. Some people fear him. They are disillusioned by the tale of my past.
***************45 years later**********
I sat at a table writing my life story down. I knew my life would
be ending soon. I couldn't trust Raoul with my final wishes. Life had become
hard for him. He started drinking. I'd known for about 47 years that my
daughter would always want to know about my life. While writing my will,
I included the entire extravaganza about Erik. My final wish was to be
buried near a small well in
the Labyrinths of the Opera House. No matter how much I told myself
that I loved Raoul, I will always remember how important Erik was to my
life, and That I, Christine Daae de Chagny, loved him.
******************1 week later************
SYLVIA
I read a letter from my late mother Christine Daae. I refused
to call her by my Father's name. He didn't deserve her. I finally realized
why I felt so far from my Dad. My Mom had loved someone for the right
reasons, not his appearance. I walked into the humid layers of the
Opera House Labyrinth.
I started digging only to find a coffin. According to my Mother's letter,
this was the man my mother truly loved. She would rather be buried next
to him than Daddy? Staring at the skeleton in the coffin,
I immediately decided to explore his house. Mom told me it was behind
the lake.
While searching through the house, I found a half-finished Opera. I knew what I had to do. I took it home to Erik and told him, finish this. So that Erik's music will live on....
The End
Note from the author:
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