A/N: Alright folks, this is it! :( This is the very last chapter of 'When all is said and done'! This was my first real story that I started in grade 9 and finished in Grade 11... I've learnt a lot through this story, and I've really developed throughout it all. When I first started, I was a very depressed kid who had gone through a lot... and now I'm proud to say that I am very happy and finally moving on with life in a good direction :) I'm really sad to say goodbye to this story... as it helped me through a lot. I want to give a huge thanks to everyone who reviewed :) I know my writing wasn't the best, as I am a novice... lol. But it really gave me encouragement and helped me a lot. THANK YOU :)
As I said before, I was going to give a little teaser of the story that should be coming out in February. It's really short, but there it is anyways XD
So thank you once again for all your kindness and support and please read and review! :)
Epilogue. When all is said and done.
August 14, 1875.
The triumphant sounds of the organ played throughout the Cathedral as the mass came to an end, that warm Sunday morning. Father Mathew descended the aisle as Erik conducted the choir's singing.
Christine sat on the pew behind the organ, holding Thomas's hand. She watched her husband in admiration and Thomas clapped along with the hymn while his mother sang along from the book of hymns.
"That's daddy!" he pointed to Erik who was moving his hand along with the music and directing the choir.
"Yes Thomas, that's daddy." Christine picked her four year old son and set him down on her lap.
"He's condu... condu..." Thomas tried to say the tricky word.
"Conducting," Christine finished for him.
"Yeah," he giggled.
Christine smiled down at her son and tickled him in the stomach. She then kissed his cheek and mussed his black hair that was just coming in. Thomas giggled at his mother's touch.
The hymn soon came to an end and Erik congratulated the choir on their hard work. He then went over and accompanied his wife and son after the mass, which were patiently waiting for him.
"Daddy!" Thomas yelled excitedly, jumping in his father's embrace.
Erik laughed at his son's obvious joy and felt his heart swell at seeing his family and his very pregnant wife.
"And how's my beautiful wife doing?" Erik asked, setting down Thomas and touching Christine's pregnant belly and kissing her soundly on the mouth.
"I want to touch too!" Thomas yelled, placing his hand on Christine's abdomen, right next to Erik's.
"The baby kicked a few times through mass, but all is good." she smiled, slowly standing up. She used Erik's shoulder as leverage.
"Feeling sick at all?" he had to make sure she was fine.
Christine placed her hand on the bear side of Erik's face and said softly, "You always look after me... thank you. I love you." she leaned up and kissed him softly on the lips.
"Ew! You're kissing!" Thomas covered his eyes.
Erik laughed at his son's reaction, knowing that one day his son would be doing the kissing... and would think it was the most wonderful thing.
The family went to the entrance of the Cathedral and made the sign of the cross with the holy water. They all genuflected and left. As they were leaving, the Notre Dame's bells began to ring in the bell tower.
"The bells are ringing!" Thomas clapped and pointed up to the very top of the towers.
"That's right Thomas." Erik bent over and picked up Thomas. "That's called tintinnabulation."
"Tin...tinna..." Thomas got stuck on the big word, causing Christine and Erik to laugh.
Thomas smiled brightly and politely asked, "Can we go to the park today?" he said referring to the field behind their house. He was very taken with it. Ever since the day he was born, his mother and father would walk down there with him and they'd have a picnic.
"Of course," Erik responded, setting Thomas down and placing his arm around Christine's waist and kissing her temple.
"I love you Erik." Christine said softly, laying her head down on his shoulder and nuzzling him.
"I love you too, mon amour." Erik responded just as softly back.
Erik was filled with joy once more, for all the people in his life. Those who had come and gone... Marguerite Giry; cold and hard spoken Madame Giry. The one who had helped him create his persona. Raoul... yes, even Raoul. Despite the horrors that man had caused, if they had never happened, his and Christine's love wouldn't even be as strong as it was now. Henry, for saving him and nursing him back to health. Without that man, many a lives would have been ruined. Gabriel; who had become his friend over the years gone by as they had become close, due to Christine and Coreena's friendship.
Speaking of which, he dearly missed Henry. The old man had moved back to Budapest, a few months back. Even Thomas was quite sad to see the man he thought of as a grandfather, leave. Apparently, an Opera House called the 'Hungarian State Opera House', had just recently been built there, and Henry wanted to return to his home country and see the grand building for himself before his time came.
Madame Giry still lived in Paris. She was living with her daughter Meg, who was married to Samuel and already had three children! And soon was expecting another yet again... Samuel opened his own bakery and Meg took over the roll of her mother's job as ballet mistress (well in the times she wasn't pregnant). Marguerite was a retired woman who watched her grandchildren and reminisced to them about her days in the Paris Opera House, and of course... the famous stories of the Phantom of the Opera.
News had spread all over Paris that the Vicomte had killed himself. Of course they blamed Christine immediately and deemed her 'unworthy of him'. At first Erik was worried she may have hoped to stay with the Vicomte, thus earning her the title of Vicomtess... but she kissed him and reassured him that it was unimportant to her, her title. She said she rather live a life in solitude with her family, only being seen on Sundays by the public, in Church. She said they could be the ghost family…
Coreena and Gabriel had made up the day of Christine and Erik's wedding, which Christine never failed to mention or be proud about. An argument had broken out that day, only leading to angry makeup sex. After that they forgave each other and decided to repair all damages that had been done to their family. They moved back into their old house and prepared for their third child. Her name was Diane and she immediately brought everyone together.
The three families still kept in close contact through the years, and Erik actually had to say for the least, that he was relieved not to be a total recluse anymore. Of course Christine understood the moments he wished to be alone.
So with all that had been said and done, Erik had to say he was happy and content. Sure, he felt bad about what happened to Raoul... but he wouldn't change anything or give anything up for the world. He was just happy- with his family.
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'Love You to Death' Teaser.
Tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick…
It was all he heard. The ticking, the incessant ticking. Why wouldn't it end? Where was it coming from? He felt himself becoming more numb as it continued its tedious and steady rhythm, every passing second… moving from the tips of his toes, up to the single strands of his hair. God, how he would love to just reach out and grab the sound and squeeze its life out. Was that even possible? Had he gone so far past the throes of insanity that already he was imagining himself killing a sound?
"What was summer like for you?" she asked him with a smile.
"What's tomorrow without you?" he silently replied.
Oh God, how it hurt.
He wanted to scream. He wanted to throw something and watch it smash and fall to pieces like his life. He wanted to tear his clothes off and rip apart his flesh and etch away his miserable existence. He wanted to die.
Tick, tick, tick, tick…