Christine had barely slept. Not a sign or a word from him in so long and the worry grasped at her chest so tightly that sometimes she found it hard to breathe. She needed him by her side. She needed to know that he was safe and well and yet he had not shown her as such. But, of course, she worried. Was it her fault? She had not seen him since she tried to speak how she felt. Tried to tell him the want she had in a way that would not sound like it was simple lust and yet he had turned her away. Told her to leave. And now he was missing. She had asked those who worked in his manor if they had heard from him and nothing. She had walked the entire length of the City and saw nothing from him.
And at night, she sang. She didn't want to. She wanted to find him and make sure he was safe but she could not let him down by not singing as he wished her to. So she sat alone in her dressing room, eyes constantly glancing at the mirror behind her in hope that he would come and when he did not? She brushed away the tears and held her head high. She was his Violetta and even without him she would not let him down. She refused to let him down.
As Act three began and she took to the stage once more her eyes were immediately drawn to his box once more. Only this time she did not see the stark blankness that she had been which signalled he was still missing. He was there. Things were not quite right, but he was there. Relief lit up her eyes but she knew she could not let it take over. Could not take away from the opera even if all she wanted to do was run up to him and hold him tight. She could not. He would not forgive her if he left the Opera when it was not finished. So she continued to sing and that passion was unleashed once more. Her voice had not been lacking without him, the strain had been showing but apart from that she had been taking care of it, but now? Now she sang with more confidence. Now the happiness and relief stopped herself from constantly having to prepare for the next note rather than letting it flow as effortlessly as it normally did.
But she did keep glancing at the box. Just to make sure she wasn't envisioning things.