Even for Raoul, Christine had never felt such powerful things as she did right now, face to face with the Phantom himself. Most would run, the deformity too much for them to bear and at first, the singer had been one of those people. His face, crinkled and scarred, scared her so very much, but then it changed. It was what she had always been known for; Christine always had compassion and when in love, as she believed so strongly she was, nothing could ever change it. The brunette would kiss the scarred, haggard side of his face without a second thought. Love was a blinding, but amazing thing.
The gentle feel of his thumb across her knuckles made her shiver and she knew she really should not have come. Her feelings for him, they were still too strong, too strong to be overcome, especially when the victim seemed to be a willing participant in it all. For Christine, it was hard to keep her thoughts on her fiancee in the presence of the man who also would forever own a piece of her heart. She swallowed and slowly withdrew her hand from his face. The movement alone, so painful, took everything she had and nearly destroyed her. Why? Why were her feelings still so strong after everything? After choosing Raoul?
"I know. I am so happy you are with me. You truly do not know how happy-how happy I am," she replied softly. The hand may have been withdrawn, but she couldn't keep herself from him for very long. She stepped forward, closing the gap between their bodies, and placed her head upon his chest lightly, hands upon his broad shoulders. "I know I should not be, but I missed you, my Angel of Music."