Christine sat at her vanity, staring at her reflection in the mirror. She picked up her hair brush, and ran it through her long curls. "Why did I leave you, my angel? You were my friend, my teacher, my protector. And you could have been my lover. Why didn't I realize before? I am so sorry, my angel, for betraying you. How many stupid things I did, to anger you, to hurt you. I'm sorry for leaving you, to be with him. He was, yes, my childhood playmate. It wasn't love. The ecstasy I felt when he came to me that night was simply from memories from our childhood. It is not he I want. It is you!" She said this out loud, no one but herself was in the room though. She hoped her Angel of Music could hear her. She wished she could turn back time, changing that night. He let her go. She hadn't really wanted to go. When she kissed him, she thought it'd be out of pity. But it wasn't. What she felt was pure love. Nothing like when she had kissed the Vicomte. No, she felt true love for that man. But there was nothing she could do now. "I love you Erik, and I always will." She looked at herself, in her long white gown. She looked stunning. She placed the veil on her head, and walked sadly out of the room |
| Wishing You Were Somehow Here Again |