Ring

By: 1000th Ghost

*I went to see The Phantom of the Opera for the third time a few days ago (with Thomas Schumacher as the Phantom and Trista Moldovan as Christine). This really happened…I've never seen this before. Instead of the normal "Christine gives the ring back and runs away", THIS happened. And then, in the middle of this tense, profound, sexually charged "Omg, what's going to happen next?" moment…someone's cell phone rang obnoxiously loud. I looked away, and by the time I looked back, Christine had run away. But did she pull away? Did he let her go? Something else? Who knows! Grr…*

"Christine, I love you…"

It was enough to break her heart, but he had already set her free. Now there was nothing left to do but give him the ring back.

She should not have returned, perhaps, she should have fled from the murderous monster. But as she stretched an arm towards the infamous Phantom of the Opera, she sensed that there was nothing to be afraid of. He was a shattered man – because of her – as vulnerable as a newborn babe.

And then he touched her hand to take the ring back, and, oh, she was wrong.

Had she already repressed the spark, electrifying and terrible and intoxicating, that surprised both of them when they shared the kiss? Contact, just the simple, innocent physical contact of giving and receiving the ring, introduced the spark again, as strong as before.

Suddenly, he clutched her hand, firmly and desperately and entirely possessively. Adoration and lecherously in his eyes, he pulled her forward.

She wouldn't have been able to resist his grip and gaze even if she had tried, but she found that she had stepped willing towards him.

The fierce grip of their hands around the ring charged the air around them. They simply stared at each other, and at least half a minute had passed, and nothing was certain, and choices could be remade, and what else was there in the world besides this moment of palpable tension?

RIINNNGGGG!

The End