The Shadows

In the silence Christine likes to travel back to the dark opera house. In her sleep the shadows of the night creep into her mind. They warp her memories of the building.

In her sleep she stands where the audience should be seated. She stands in the single aisle where the crowd have jostled countless times to reach their designated places. Her eyes are fixed upon the broken stage. The wooden boards are ruptured; erupting from their places with sharpened edges.

A hole in the ceiling allows a single ray of light onto the stage. It allows the briefest of insights to the ruined scenery. The old props have faded. Their exuberant colours are barely visible. Age and dust have condemned this once beautiful place of countless wonders.

Her eyes slowly drift upwards then. The rafters are in no better condition. They too have aged by many years; too many for her to believe real. Unhurriedly, thoughts begin to swirl through her frozen mind. They are thoughts of time long past with a man who wasn't quite a man.

His face, the garish deformations and the cold expression in his eyes linger in her mind. She spins slowly in a circle. The rafters showed no trace of his presence. That, somehow, makes her lonely. It's a loneliness that the horrific state of the decrepit building fails to conjure on its lonesome.

She can find nothing more of him. He lingered in the past; in a place she can never reach. The evil, haunting shadows are all that she can grasp to close the distance between them.

In the moments of emptiness and solitude she clings to the shadows.

Author's Note: Hi all! I couldn't pass up the opportunity to write for this. I've only seen the movie though so I don't know much of this fandom unfortunately. That's all that I have to say though. I always liked Christine with the Phantom. Thank you for reading. I hope that you enjoyed reading this. I apologise if you are dissatisfied.

Part of the Revival Collection.