Chapter 1

'Christine. Christine…'

Christine is immediatly awake.

'Angel?' She calmes down, he wouldn't come. He will never come again... Her Angel was dead. She looks at Raoul beside her, he is sleeping. She touches her wedding ring. The feeling of guilt comes again; if she didn't left him, he won't be dead. She thinks again about the sentence in the Vogue.

Christine lets herself fall into the chair. She grabbes the magazine Mary bought for her. She leafes through it but holds on at a page wich attracts her attention. Is she reading this well?

"Erik is dead."

Is it him? Her Erik? Was he really dead? Her Angel of Music?

'Darling?' Christine is suddenly aware of the voice of her husband.

'Christine?'

'Hmm? Oh, I'm allright. Just a nightmare.'

'About him?' he pronounces 'him' as if it is a poison.

'Just try to get asleep again.'

He turnes around and get back to sleep. She never tells him about her toughts, about her guilt, about her love...

The morning after, Christine goes outside for a walk. Through the crowd, she is thinking again at her Angel... Suddenly she is watching through the people, he is there! He is there! She starts running and running and running...

'ERIK!'

The people are staring at her. She realises she is looking crazy.

She must be crazy: seeing things that aren't there, hearing voices in her head. What is wrong with her?

The crowd stops staring and walks on.

In less than 5 minutes the street was empty.

She sits down.

'Christine Daaé, what is wrong with you?'

She jumps up. Raoul is standing in front of her.

'Goodmorning, my love.'

'Goodmorning.'

'You were early up this morning.'

'Yes, I wanted to go for a walk.'

He sits down next to her.

'Is something wrong?'

'No, don't worry, darling.' I'm just a bit sad about my father...'

She is lying, not that she isnt sad about her father, but she can't tell Raoul te truth about Erik.