At the appearance of the note slipped beneath her door, Christina knew she shouldn't have opened it. Only one person, as inexperienced as herself with this "technology", would have done it, but besides that, there was only one person her wrote notes like that and slipped them beneath her door. It was Erik and no doubt past the crease and the fold would be words, phrases, and a wish to see her again. She knew she could not have it. To see Erik was playing with fire, dangerous and burning, one touch or one music note and she would be utterly consumed by him once more. Her angel of music. But what could she do? To not see him would be horrific and terrible because she knew he possessed quite a temper and luckily it had not been released on anyone yet, but it could be if Christine refused this invitation to the beach tonight.
But it was more than just the fear of him hurting someone and deep down it was more so because she was frightened of the feelings and emotions the sight of him would bring to her. He had let her go and her fiancee, but that meant nothing now. He wasn't here and Erik was. There was no one else and from what she had seen from that strange device, people came here, but they never left again unless they died or no one knew for sure if when they disappeared, they went back home at all. But she didn't even know how to make herself disappear as some had to possibly get back to him and her world. No, Christine was surly trapped here with only Erik for comfort and familiarity. Oh, what could she do?
All the day, the singer battled with herself and her heart, but in the end, her heart and her endless compassion for the Phantom won out over all. As much as she knew she shouldn't, Christine gathered the folds of her beautiful ivory gown and made her way to the beach, coming literally face to face with signs in order to possibly gain a direction to take. The night outside was warm and rather comfortable, but the copper haired young woman still pulled a light shawl over her bare arms as she made her way to the beach. Much like back home, she swore she could see the fairies far off, dancing, glittering balls of light and she believed, more so than the signs, that they were the ones to eventually allow her to arrive at the beach, safe and sound.
The lone figure on the beach slowly came into focus under the pale moonlight, like a statue, still and perfectly posed. Her legs slowed their pace as she stepped onto the beach, gathering up her skirts to keep them from dragging through the sand. His mask perfectly in place, hiding the deformed features beneath, but she wouldn't run even if he was without it. At first, she was frightened of him, but no, she stopped and wasn't any longer. To her, he was beautiful, her true angel of music and she could not look away nor did want to any longer. Pausing a foot or so from him, her lips parted and she sang a few lines."Wishing you were somehow here again. Wishing you were somehow near. Sometimes it seemed if I just dreamed, somehow you would be here."