Author: Sparkling-Diva
Rating: PG-13 (possibly more later)
Genre: Romance/Drama
Pairing: Christine/Erik
Feedback: Yes, please! Also being nice would make me happy.
Disclaimer: I do not own Gaston Leroux's Phantom or anything I might refer to based on Andrew Lloyd Webber's musical adaptation of it.
Summary: Christine makes an important decision that could forever change the lives of many.
Author's Note: My first Phantom chapter story and on Valentine's Day! Yeahy!
Prologue
She had come closer to him like a dream. The rest of the world was not in focus by either of them.
Like this dream that he had dreamt for many nights, she moved closer to him and at last their lips met.
He never knew he could love. Not as much as this. This was all too surprising and different to him. Yet here he was. The untouchable man now with the woman that he loved so dear.
He could have had her now but his heart told him differently.
Once they broke off their passionate moment, he could do nothing more than what he knew was the right decision.
"Go," he whispered.
"But, I-."
"Go! Please! Forget everything! Forget everything you have seen or that was done here! Please! Before I change my mind!"
The girl with a saddened expression on her face slowly backed away never taking her eyes off of him.
"GO!" he yelled as his heart began to ache and sink furiously within him.
"I lo-I'll never forget you," she said, "Not for as long as I live…"
"Nor will I," the man with the scarred face said.
She then looked at the ring she held of a relationship nearing the direction of turning sour.
"Here," she said holding it out to him.
"No."
"Use it to think of me. Your angel of music."
He hesitated not looking at her for a moment before his hand took hold of hers and everything became a haze of confusion and pain. Soon she had turned to help the other man who had been tied up with ropes looking upon this awkward incident.
"Go!" the man yelled.
"C'mon!" the blonde one who had just escaped hostage cried out to the girl as he pulled her away and out of the hiding.
In the background voices could be heard of an angry mob coming to take the last man standing's life. Whatever that was left out of it anyways.
He's there the Phantom of the Opera!...Beware the Phantom of the opera!...Keep your hand at the level of your eye!
All that time, the man escaping didn't realize the woman with him was still staring at his arch enemy. As she got further away and the light from the outside world came upon her, she managed to see the man she held so dear to her heart pick up a candelabra and smash all the mirrors in his lair which was the one source they had used to communicate with each other by all those years.
Once she had gotten far enough, and could no longer see him she felt her heart relax somewhat.
That's when she realized what had happened.
He had escaped…