Christine DeChagny (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
lethermindwander) wrote2016-09-19 12:48 pm
lethermindwander) wrote2016-09-19 12:48 pm
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They never quite thought I was right in the head.
Christine wished for this decision to be plucked from her hands. With feelings so twisted, how could she possibly make sense of them? She couldn't and it was eating at her heart, causing it to feel like a rotting, broken thing. If she would only let him, yes, she knew Raoul would whisk her away from all of this. She knew she and Raoul could live a happy life together despite the obvious difference in social standing. He'd endlessly fight for her, she knew that. She only knew that the guilt would eat her alive. She couldn't possibly be with Raoul; Christine knew she'd find herself longing for Erik's dark world filled with magic. She couldn't be with him, either. Too afraid to face her fears, too repulsed by his death's face. How could she possibly be the lover he so desperately craved?
She didn't understand why they had both chosen her.
As for her choice? In a split second, not very well thought out decision, she ran. She stopped at her dressing room, ripped her necklace (including Raoul's ring) off and unceremoniously left it on her vanity as the only clue. As quickly as she could, she gathered as many of her things she could carry and left in the dark of night. The only things she stopped at her flat for were the essentials.
Christine found that there was something oddly poetic about leaving them both to forge her own path, as foolish as it likely was. She barely knew anything about navigating this world but Erik had opened her eyes to all the wonders she might discover. Whatever may happen, she thought it would most certainly be better than trying to make sense of her own head.
She made it as far as the train station. As she waited in line to purchase a ticket, she deliberated where she might go. Perhaps she would travel to the south? She'd never been to Italy before, or Spain. As long as she was as far away from Paris as she could get. There were glorious opera houses besides the Palais Garnier. Certainly ones that weren't as haunted.
She didn't understand why they had both chosen her.
As for her choice? In a split second, not very well thought out decision, she ran. She stopped at her dressing room, ripped her necklace (including Raoul's ring) off and unceremoniously left it on her vanity as the only clue. As quickly as she could, she gathered as many of her things she could carry and left in the dark of night. The only things she stopped at her flat for were the essentials.
Christine found that there was something oddly poetic about leaving them both to forge her own path, as foolish as it likely was. She barely knew anything about navigating this world but Erik had opened her eyes to all the wonders she might discover. Whatever may happen, she thought it would most certainly be better than trying to make sense of her own head.
She made it as far as the train station. As she waited in line to purchase a ticket, she deliberated where she might go. Perhaps she would travel to the south? She'd never been to Italy before, or Spain. As long as she was as far away from Paris as she could get. There were glorious opera houses besides the Palais Garnier. Certainly ones that weren't as haunted.