ᅠᅠᅠᅠ𝓒𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝓓𝐚𝐚𝐞

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀❛ But if 𝒚𝒐𝒖 can still remember-
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ stop and 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒌 𝒐𝒇 𝒎𝒆, @ofraouldechagny.

[ᅠᅠᅠᅠ𝓒𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝓓𝐚𝐚𝐞 @petitIotte]

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ᅟᅟᅟℋas father from ℋ𝑒𝑎𝑣𝑒𝑛
ᅟᅟᅟsent the 𝒜𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑙 to me?
ᅟᅟᅟᅟᅟᅟᅟᅟᅟᅟᅟᅟᅟ•°. *࿐

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[ᅠᅠᅠᅠ𝓒𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝓓𝐚𝐚𝐞 @petitIotte]

I am worried. . .
About what has been happening on the Opera.

[ᅠᅠᅠᅠ𝓒𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝓓𝐚𝐚𝐞 @petitIotte]

and, then, she felt a bit of guilt touch her heart.

"Yes."

She replied anyway, unable to refrain a little smile at the remembrance of her meeting with Raoul.

[ᅠᅠᅠᅠ𝓒𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝓓𝐚𝐚𝐞 @petitIotte]

He was. . . Apologizing?

Christine felt a strange tingle on her chest; it was like she didn't expected to hear so. She expected to be in the wrong there.

As she opened her lips to reply her angel of music had nothing to apologize for, he spoke once more -

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[ᅠᅠᅠᅠ𝓒𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝓓𝐚𝐚𝐞 @petitIotte]

The Angel of Music was everything to her - her guiding light, her protection.

[ᅠᅠᅠᅠ𝓒𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝓓𝐚𝐚𝐞 @petitIotte]

"With all my heart."

The singer replied, her fingers playing nervously with each other.

When he disappeared, Christine even thought it was because of her. . . That, somehow, she had made him mad. The thought made her heart ache, pained.

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[ᅠᅠᅠᅠ𝓒𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝓓𝐚𝐚𝐞 @petitIotte]

"No, mister. . . Nothing"

A tired tone escaped her lips; she walked towards the only outside light they had there - a hole in a wall, which let some moonlight inside.

"I missed you. That's all."

[ᅠᅠᅠᅠ𝓒𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝓓𝐚𝐚𝐞 @petitIotte]

His voice seemed quieter than usual, which made Christine raise a eyebrow while noticing so. She nodded, however, joining her hands together in front of her body.

"It's been a lot. . . Lately"

The girl replied, as if choosing the words.

[ᅠᅠᅠᅠ𝓒𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝓓𝐚𝐚𝐞 @petitIotte]

"Because I haven't seen you for a long time."

The soprano explained in a quieter tone, looking at her own feet as if feeling guilty; like it was her own fault he didn't wanted to see her.

[ᅠᅠᅠᅠ𝓒𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝓓𝐚𝐚𝐞 @petitIotte]

My angel of music. . .

[ᅠᅠᅠᅠ𝓒𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝓓𝐚𝐚𝐞 @petitIotte]

"That's a vision I enjoy seeing"

Christine smiled alongside him, feeling her heart warming up upon seeing her angel's fave so bright. . .

[ᅠ ᅠ ᅠ 𝑠𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑐𝑒𝑐𝑖𝑙𝑖𝑎. @prunusmumeisms]

ᅠ ᅠ ᅠ 𝕸𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐞𝐮𝐫 𝕽𝐚𝐩𝐡𝐚𝐞𝐥 𝐝𝐞 𝕮𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐥𝐭. Count of Saône; born in 1762, turned into an 𝐢𝐦𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐥 in 1786.

[ᅠᅠᅠᅠ𝓒𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝓓𝐚𝐚𝐞 @petitIotte]

She couldn't help but to smile at the sight of the kittens. How sweet. . .

[ᅠᅠᅠᅠ𝓒𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝓓𝐚𝐚𝐞 @petitIotte]

As she noticed his hand, Christine instantly held it on her own.

What she felt scared her. The Angel's hand felt so thin, so fragile. . . So cold.

"You should get under a blanket, Angel. You are freezing."

The singer worriedly asked, glancing at the mask.

[ᅠᅠᅠᅠ𝓒𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝓓𝐚𝐚𝐞 @petitIotte]

"I didn't imagine you could get sick."

Christine's voice was increasingly worried. Grasping her hands together, she stepped ahead - on his direction.

"Hope you are feeling better now."

[ᅠᅠᅠᅠ𝓒𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝓓𝐚𝐚𝐞 @petitIotte]

How could I not miss my guiding star?
My beloved angel. . . ?

You were so much missed.

[ᅠ𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐇𝐔𝐑, ⁽ ᵗʰᵉ ᵈʳᵉᵃᵐᵉʳ ⁾ᅠ @ofmanofgod]

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“ If I am the 𝖕𝖍𝖆𝖓𝖙𝖔𝖒, it is because man's hatred has made me so. If I am to be 𝖘𝖆𝖛𝖊𝖉 it is because your love redeems me. ”
— ( ɢᴀꜱᴛᴏɴ ʟᴇʀᴏᴜx, ᴛʜᴇ ᴘʜᴀɴᴛᴏᴍ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏᴘᴇʀᴀ. )

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[ᅠᅠᅠᅠ𝓒𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝓓𝐚𝐚𝐞 @petitIotte]

You flatter me with your sweet words, Angel.

. . . You have been away for long.
I. . . I missed you.