Christine Daaé's Return

I'm really going back.

I can't believe that's this is really happening. I close my eyes and shudder, feeling confused and almost exhilarated. My heart beats fast as I leave my beautiful home and Raoul behind.

I almost want to cry because, I just left Raoul, my husband, angry and terrified. I almost want to jump out of the carriage and run back into his arms, never letting go. Yet I don't because this is too important.

I'm going back to the place I love. But, the thoughts just keep rushing through my mind, if Raoul will forgive me for still caring about Erik, and if I'm going to see the Phantom, again.

On a brighter note, I will be reunited with my very good friend, Meg. I've missed her greatly and I hope she hasn't forgotten about me.

I turn myself around and look back. I can barely make out Raoul, only seeing his silhouette. But, I know he's watching me ride farther and farther away from our home.

I can't think about him now, no I'm going to think about what I want for a change. I want to go to The Opéra Populare and maybe get to relive my life before it was changed. I want to be that young soprano who always played in the background and had no worries of what was to come.

I lie back against the seat and pull my hood over my face to keep the icy wind from hitting me. I stare ahead at the town and all the buildings. The trees are beginning to change color and litter the ground. The buildings are three stories high and look as if they are stacking one on top of the other.

After a while, I hear the driver say to me, with his hand ready to lead me out of the carriage, "Madame, we have arrived."

I look up and see the train station and all of the people who are leaving this town too. I get out of the carriage while the coach carries all of my belongings and leads me toward the train cars.

Inside, people bustle about and I can't help think that I am an outsider. There are children fighting one another for their toys and couples that are smiling at each. I look at the faces of the people alone on the train, some heading to Paris as well. I feel people watch me alone by myself but, I keep thinking about what lies ahead and that I'm ready to go back.

The train is smoking and ready to take off as I board it and I am lead to the suite area that has larger rooms. The walls are spread apart and the area is not so crowded.

My coach driver leads me to the very back with less people and he abruptly stops and open the train car and inside is my room.

"Miss, if there's anything you need just ring us on the telephone. Also, where would you like your bags?"

I look around and point to the floor next to a dresser, "There, please."

He nods and does as I say. Once, he's finished he takes my top and exits the train car.

I sit down on the couch and relax. A bath and changing area are over on the left side beside the couch. There's a shelf with books on it and a small writing table in front of me in the opposite wall. The colors are soft brown color. The bed is on my right and has an assortment of pillows arranged on it.

I don't even realize that I'm crying as all of the emotion comes crashing down, starting to cave. The memories invade my thoughts and I can't get them out.

I can see Raoul's face as he walks in on Erik and I kissing. He's so hurt and confused, it makes my heart crack a little more. I know what I've done is utterly and horribly wrong. But, how could he forgive me, when I've kissed a man who has always been forbidden in my life. I want him to forgive me but I know it will take time.

That's why I left; it would give me space and time to think things over. I don't even know if I can look at him again or if he could ever look at me the same way.

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*Sorry I haven't posted in like forever, but here's a little quick chapter. Enjoy!*