Disclaimer: I don't own anything but my soul, and currently, whatever is in my frickin piggy bank (yes, Grown up girls can have them!!! Pigs are just so cute, anyway, I digress). I decided to write a short story based on what may have happened where Leroux left off. I wrote this all in one night , and those who know me, know I've only done this one time before. Getting me to write a chapter can be like pulling your teeth. But anyway, here's another short story from me, If you like it, review it, if you don't, well, you don't and that's that. LOL.
The wedding took place on the most beautiful day. The trees swayed lightly in the spring breeze, the grass was green underneath the windowsill. There was nothing outwardly out of place, and Christine tried to see the superficial beauty in the world, when for the last year of her life, she was shown the inner beauty of things.
Her teacher was gone. He had died in the deep darkness of his home, without the world knowing his true genius. The darker side of her missed him, wanted him-but the lighter told her that it was better this way. Raoul loved her passionately, and there was no use dwelling on the past.
Of course, that was a lie. There was nothing she had felt she had done right in the entire situation, except love Raoul. Her mind wouldn't let her rest about the past, from the very beginning. Was she insane like Carlotta had said and had she made the voices up, the whole ordeal? Do angels really exist, or was it a story meant to pacify a child? If there was a God in the heavens, why did he have to let Erik suffer all of his days?
Practically, love was in front of her, here and now. It seemed to her that the world only cherished things when they were gone. She was not taking the lesson Erik taught her about compassion for granted for her father wouldn't want her to waste into nothing. Raoul's family had treated her with such kindness, taking her in, treating her like she wasn't a lower class, but family, and Raoul's soon to be wife. She stared out the window from their home, watching all the women of the home and the maids fuss over her. Her Blonde hair was swept up and stray curls framed her face. Something borrowed, pearl ear bobs and a necklace, old, her locket that her father had gave her, and blue, pastel ribbons on the cuffs of her dress. The shadows in her eyes were gone, there was a light in her eyes once more, even if the light was filled with memories.
There was no mother, to put the finishing touches on her daughter as she wiped tears from her face. There was no father here to tell her one last story, or play music for her. Papa wasn't there to walk her down the aisle this afternoon. She could almost imagine him then, crying with pride at his only child. She closed her eyes and ears to the humdrum around her, and saw her mother there, smiling quietly.
Sadly, her day dream returned back to Erik, but he was no longer there in her mind, whispering thoughts and singing. He was gone. Maybe he never belonged to her and was truly an angel of music. A fallen angel who had now been redeemed, she thought wistfully. She hoped in heaven there was beings that understood his unique heart, knew his soul. She wished that if she could not love him, that a true angel could love Erik the way he so deserved.
"Crying, child? There's nothing to be afraid of. I was nervous my wedding day too. So many things to arrange and make sure of. Would my husband find me beautiful, or will he be disgusted ? Would my bridesmaids not like their flowers? It will be just beautiful you'll see. Raoul will think you are the most beautiful angel he's ever laid eyes upon." Raoul's Aunt Lucia rubbed her back affectionately and looked at the reflection of Christine in the glass. Surely, not a more beautiful bride could Raoul ever have. Such a beautiful quiet, and meek girl was what suited a handsome but simple man. They would travel the world, conquering whatever lay in their paths.
Christine sobbed at the mention of angels, but knew better than to say a word. Erik was a monster to the entire world, and only Raoul understood her need for solace, and closure. That is why they had waited until 3 months had passed to begin planning their special day, to let her grief subside, to let the past fully go. Raoul was the only thing left of her past, and he loved her with all he could be. She could no longer hold on to the dead as a means of living unless she planned to live. Her life would forever change this day. She would promise to love Raoul until the moment her soul passed on to the beyond, to love each other past death.
She smiled at Raoul's pretty aunt who had Raoul's honey colored hair, with streaks of gray. She had kept close to the family all these years, and now a widow-came to the only family she knew. Christine wished she could be as strong as Lucia. "Yes, that is just the thing. I'm so nervous, and I have no one to walk me down the isle, and the priest, I hope…oh I hope I don't forget anything….or don't remember to say thank you to every guest…" She fibbed, adjusting her veil and admiring the French lace, and the sweetheart neckline.
"The carriage is here!!!" Meg rushed in, maid of honor, a flash of black hair and lavender material. "Oh Christine, I can't believe it! Not for all the world! You should see the carriage, it is decorated in all sorts of pretty ribbons! You truly look the part of a princess!!" Meg hugged her tightly and laughed, full of bubbling energy.
Christine smiled at her confidante, who was well for the first time in her life. She had always remembered Meg to be such a sickly looking little girl, but there was no more shadows behind her eyes, and she was finally putting on some weight.
"Well then, I guess we shall be on our way to the church then. Meg, will you give me my bouquet please?" Christine asked, already feeling so much better with Meg there.
"Christine, may I ask you something? Why one red rose among all the white roses?" Meg inquired, sniffing her yellow flowers appreciatively.
"It is for someone, this red rose. Someone I cared for very much, and probably always will. Now let's go, before we are late to the church! What a scandal that would be on my wedding day!"
Meg laughed and picked up Christine's long train as they headed down the stairs and into the carriage.
Nothing could have prepared her for the moment that Christine walked down the aisle and saw Raoul waiting for her, tears gleaming in his eyes. Her best friend had what looked to be a red handkerchief in his lapel, but on second glance, Christine knew that it was the very scarf that Raoul had rescued from the sea that fateful day so long ago. The beaten scarf was frayed, weathered, and she did not even know that Raoul had kept it. It filled her with bittersweet happiness, as she linked arms with his and waited before God, and family, to pledge their love.
A loving kiss completed their vows, and Christine felt her heart warm and she took her first steps as Raoul's wife. Forever and Ever, amen. She stopped and kissed Raoul's cheek. "I love you, Raoul. Now our lives can truly begin."
He held her close as they rode away in the carriage, waving to the onlookers as they went away to their honeymoon. Christine smiled, feeling for once, that she was doing something good and beautiful in her life. She may have looked like the part of a fairy tale princess, but now she was living with the heart of one. She kissed her husband, knowing that nothing could break their pure love.
If you like, you are most welcome to review. If you must flame, do it knowing that I wrote this based on Leroux's ending. I don't know what put this all in me noggin, LOL but whatever it was, I'm pretty happy with it. If I feel like it, I might add Raoul's point of view.
The wedding took place on the most beautiful day. The trees swayed lightly in the spring breeze, the grass was green underneath the windowsill. There was nothing outwardly out of place, and Christine tried to see the superficial beauty in the world, when for the last year of her life, she was shown the inner beauty of things.
Her teacher was gone. He had died in the deep darkness of his home, without the world knowing his true genius. The darker side of her missed him, wanted him-but the lighter told her that it was better this way. Raoul loved her passionately, and there was no use dwelling on the past.
Of course, that was a lie. There was nothing she had felt she had done right in the entire situation, except love Raoul. Her mind wouldn't let her rest about the past, from the very beginning. Was she insane like Carlotta had said and had she made the voices up, the whole ordeal? Do angels really exist, or was it a story meant to pacify a child? If there was a God in the heavens, why did he have to let Erik suffer all of his days?
Practically, love was in front of her, here and now. It seemed to her that the world only cherished things when they were gone. She was not taking the lesson Erik taught her about compassion for granted for her father wouldn't want her to waste into nothing. Raoul's family had treated her with such kindness, taking her in, treating her like she wasn't a lower class, but family, and Raoul's soon to be wife. She stared out the window from their home, watching all the women of the home and the maids fuss over her. Her Blonde hair was swept up and stray curls framed her face. Something borrowed, pearl ear bobs and a necklace, old, her locket that her father had gave her, and blue, pastel ribbons on the cuffs of her dress. The shadows in her eyes were gone, there was a light in her eyes once more, even if the light was filled with memories.
There was no mother, to put the finishing touches on her daughter as she wiped tears from her face. There was no father here to tell her one last story, or play music for her. Papa wasn't there to walk her down the aisle this afternoon. She could almost imagine him then, crying with pride at his only child. She closed her eyes and ears to the humdrum around her, and saw her mother there, smiling quietly.
Sadly, her day dream returned back to Erik, but he was no longer there in her mind, whispering thoughts and singing. He was gone. Maybe he never belonged to her and was truly an angel of music. A fallen angel who had now been redeemed, she thought wistfully. She hoped in heaven there was beings that understood his unique heart, knew his soul. She wished that if she could not love him, that a true angel could love Erik the way he so deserved.
"Crying, child? There's nothing to be afraid of. I was nervous my wedding day too. So many things to arrange and make sure of. Would my husband find me beautiful, or will he be disgusted ? Would my bridesmaids not like their flowers? It will be just beautiful you'll see. Raoul will think you are the most beautiful angel he's ever laid eyes upon." Raoul's Aunt Lucia rubbed her back affectionately and looked at the reflection of Christine in the glass. Surely, not a more beautiful bride could Raoul ever have. Such a beautiful quiet, and meek girl was what suited a handsome but simple man. They would travel the world, conquering whatever lay in their paths.
Christine sobbed at the mention of angels, but knew better than to say a word. Erik was a monster to the entire world, and only Raoul understood her need for solace, and closure. That is why they had waited until 3 months had passed to begin planning their special day, to let her grief subside, to let the past fully go. Raoul was the only thing left of her past, and he loved her with all he could be. She could no longer hold on to the dead as a means of living unless she planned to live. Her life would forever change this day. She would promise to love Raoul until the moment her soul passed on to the beyond, to love each other past death.
She smiled at Raoul's pretty aunt who had Raoul's honey colored hair, with streaks of gray. She had kept close to the family all these years, and now a widow-came to the only family she knew. Christine wished she could be as strong as Lucia. "Yes, that is just the thing. I'm so nervous, and I have no one to walk me down the isle, and the priest, I hope…oh I hope I don't forget anything….or don't remember to say thank you to every guest…" She fibbed, adjusting her veil and admiring the French lace, and the sweetheart neckline.
"The carriage is here!!!" Meg rushed in, maid of honor, a flash of black hair and lavender material. "Oh Christine, I can't believe it! Not for all the world! You should see the carriage, it is decorated in all sorts of pretty ribbons! You truly look the part of a princess!!" Meg hugged her tightly and laughed, full of bubbling energy.
Christine smiled at her confidante, who was well for the first time in her life. She had always remembered Meg to be such a sickly looking little girl, but there was no more shadows behind her eyes, and she was finally putting on some weight.
"Well then, I guess we shall be on our way to the church then. Meg, will you give me my bouquet please?" Christine asked, already feeling so much better with Meg there.
"Christine, may I ask you something? Why one red rose among all the white roses?" Meg inquired, sniffing her yellow flowers appreciatively.
"It is for someone, this red rose. Someone I cared for very much, and probably always will. Now let's go, before we are late to the church! What a scandal that would be on my wedding day!"
Meg laughed and picked up Christine's long train as they headed down the stairs and into the carriage.
Nothing could have prepared her for the moment that Christine walked down the aisle and saw Raoul waiting for her, tears gleaming in his eyes. Her best friend had what looked to be a red handkerchief in his lapel, but on second glance, Christine knew that it was the very scarf that Raoul had rescued from the sea that fateful day so long ago. The beaten scarf was frayed, weathered, and she did not even know that Raoul had kept it. It filled her with bittersweet happiness, as she linked arms with his and waited before God, and family, to pledge their love.
A loving kiss completed their vows, and Christine felt her heart warm and she took her first steps as Raoul's wife. Forever and Ever, amen. She stopped and kissed Raoul's cheek. "I love you, Raoul. Now our lives can truly begin."
He held her close as they rode away in the carriage, waving to the onlookers as they went away to their honeymoon. Christine smiled, feeling for once, that she was doing something good and beautiful in her life. She may have looked like the part of a fairy tale princess, but now she was living with the heart of one. She kissed her husband, knowing that nothing could break their pure love.
If you like, you are most welcome to review. If you must flame, do it knowing that I wrote this based on Leroux's ending. I don't know what put this all in me noggin, LOL but whatever it was, I'm pretty happy with it. If I feel like it, I might add Raoul's point of view.