A Day Without Regret
Prologue
Christine sat quietly as she glared out the window, her mind smiling at the simplistic beauty of nature. It amazed her that some things in life could be beautiful, peaceful even and not be complicated. She could see the ocean from where she sat, the waves rustling back and forth… back and forth. A constant swirl of motion, much like my life, Christine mused.
Minuets before she had seen that the clock read 2 AM. She glanced over at the bed that was hers, the sheets a mess from previous events. Christine knew she should probably try to sleep, but she didn't care. She didn't care about anything or at lease she didn't want to care about anything or anyone for that matter.
Raoul looked peaceful and she didn't dare disrupt his peace. She would not consider herself that cruel… that selfish. Inside she knew that was a lie, she was a selfish girl. Nothing more and nothing less. Everything she had ever done was in some way selfish.
Everything!
From using Erik as the Angel of Music to using Raoul as her knight in shining armor, she had willingly wrapped two men around her finger and pulled to her advantage. In her mind those things didn't compare to the one thing that she was most ashamed of. She had shown the most broken man alive compassion in exchange for her freedom.
He had indeed let her go, he'd given her a real chance to live, and Christine had left him to rot. To sink lower and lower into the hell that already consumed him only to drown in his sorrow. At times, it seemed like her fate had been written in the same script. For so long it seemed as if she had been drowning in her sorrow, her pain, and anguish.
She couldn't put her finger on it, but Christine knew something was missing. It was as if she was calling out for something… for someone. Lord help her, she didn't want it to be Erik. She didn't want for him to be the person she needed. After risking everything to get away from him, she finally admitted it to herself that she now wanted the key to go back.
The opportunity to go back.
What she wanted from him, she couldn't say. She just needed him…like he needed her.
"Christine- where have you gone?" Raoul's sleep filled voice called out to the darkness.
"I am right here Raoul." Christine said solemnly. "You needn't worry."
"Come back to bed, my darling." Raoul replied.
Christine felt the color drain from her face. She didn't want to lie down; she didn't want to do anything other than sit staring at the ocean thinking about Erik, but she knew she couldn't do that. Slowly, she rose from her seat and walked over to the bed. Sliding underneath the covers and situating herself into a comfortable position, she felt Raoul's arm drape itself around her, pulling her closer to him.
"What are you even doing up? I would have guessed you to be tired." He cooed softly.
"I was just thinking." She answered. "It has been a long day."
"Yes, a long and beautiful day." Raoul replied. "It is not everyday that one gets to marry the love of their life."
Christine smiled at the darkness, a fat tear falling down her face. "No, its not everyday that something like that happens."
A/N I am starting a new story! Yeah! I would appreciate if you would review. Tell me if you like the sound of it all.
Thanks,
Stephanie