A/N: The first several chapters DO NOT BELONG TO ME. They belong to the Instagram account vive_la_tardis. The owner of the account is allowing me to post this and continue the phanfic because she is too busy to do so. I will make sure to make an author's note when the chapters start to become my own. I hope you love this phanfic as much as I do. Enjoy :)

Chapter 1: Christine's POV

I needed to tell you.

"Christine, where are you going, love?" Raoul asked me, laughing. He was a bit drunk, which was becoming his normal after 10:00. I was dreading the day I'd have to tell him, too. The man I once loved and always wanted close to me was the man I now wanted far from me and the man I wanted far from me was the man I now wanted close to me. "I'm just going out," I kissed his cheek and can smell the liquor on his breath.

I clutched at my cloak and ran out the door, for I wanted to get to you as fast as I could.

"Let's double or nothing, boys," I heard Raoul laugh through the door to his drunken poker friends, squandering our money away.

I sprinted down the stairs of our apartment building. I needed to get to you, and if I didn't see you soon, I would surely drown for I needed your love more than air to breathe.

I burst through the doors and sighed with relief as my feet hit the cobblestone street. A light sprinkle of rain was falling and cooled me down as I ran through the empty streets towards you.

I turned down a few alleys and it soon grows dark. I smiled, for you loved the darkness. You, like some midnight flower, blossomed in it and became a beautiful man.

I almost missed you. I ran right past the door to your new hidden home and away, but then I remembered the way and turned around.

With shaky hands, I knocked three times on the door, just like you told me to, that first night, a few months ago.

After an eternity of waiting, you opened the door. Your hair was a little tussled, and you looked as though you had been sleeping.

"Christine," you smiled, happy to see me. "I didn't expect you. You should have told me earlier, I could have..." You disappeared into the dark doorway and I followed after you, smiling underneath my hand as I watched you attempt to clean up your mess and light candles.

"Erik, Erik, please, it's fine," I grabbed your arm and pulled you close to me.

I almost told you then, almost spilled my secret and told you of our son, your son, your child inside me.

But you kissed me first.

"Christine, it's so good to see you. I've missed you," you wrapped your long arms around my waist and nestled your face in my hair. You always said you loved the smell of my hair, which smelled of sunshine and berries to you. You were so gentle. These hands which could easily kill and burn held and caressed me instead.

Tears came to my eyes, because I knew, deep in my soul, that you would be a much better father to your child than Raoul. Raoul was growing more and more distant, but you were gentle and soft. I could see you helping the child walk, and teaching him to sing loudly and deeply like you. I could see us sitting together in the sunlight, watching the child run in the park.

You could sense something was wrong. "What's bothering you, my angel?" you asked me, backing up to look for answers in my eyes.

I averted your knowing gaze and sighed, "Nothing is bothering me, my love."

You got angry, for you knew I was lying. "Christine, what is wrong? Tell me," your voice was soft, but your grip on my arms was hard and tight.

"I... when... when are you leaving?" I averted your question. I knew you didn't want to waste our precious time by talking of the future.

You sigh. "Madame says she got three tickets for Monday, June 28th, at 7:30 a.m."

I gasp. Today was Friday, June 25th. "That's so soon, dear," I whisper.

"I'm sure Madame can find a fourth ticket somewhere," you whispered in my ear.

You wanted me to go with you, to leave Raoul behind. But, as much as I loved you, I owed it to Raoul to take care of him and keep him safe, for he had done the same for me.

I pulled out of your embrace. "Erik, you know that I can't," I said, turning to face the door.

You gripped my arm and turned me to face you. "But, my Christine, you could. Raoul is a filthy gambling drunkard. Let him drink more than usual one night, and then leave him. He's never done anything for you."

Enraged, I shout back. "Never done anything for me? He protected me during the time I was afraid of you, Erik, and risked his life to save me. He's done a lot for me!"

"Afraid of me? Maybe you still are afraid of me, Christine, and that's why you won't come with me!" You yelled back. It was a challenge. You wanted me to prove my love in a moment of rage and say that I'd go.

Instead, I shrugged out of your grip. "I never should have come.I'll see you around, Erik." I walked to the door, and stopped to listen for you. At that moment, if you had asked me to wait, I would have stayed. I would have told you.

But you turned to your piano instead, and, when you noticed me still standing in the doorframe, you said, "Well, what are you waiting for? The room's getting rather drafty."

I left your home and sunk onto the street next to your door. I put my face in my hands and began to cry, softly.

I heard your door open and you called out, "Christine! Please wait!" You almost ran past me, but you heard my soft cry and sunk down next to me.

"Ah, Christine, don't cry, please, my darling," you wrapped your arms around me. "I will miss you so much, Erik," I sputtered.

"There, there," you patted my back. "I'm here now. That's all that matters, my love."