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4. Kiss from a rose ~Phantom of the opera~ Christine and Eric
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Jorinde: First off, get better hun! ~hugs Yaz~ Secondly, I do not own Phantom of the opera!! If I did I would be doing naughty things to Eric ALL NIGHT. >.>
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'To whoever may find this,
it is small but important.
I apologise to Raoul's beloved family. So long you treated me as one of your own and I tried so hard to settle into my new life, but my past disturbed me greatly. Raoul took his life in the belief I was still in love with the mysterious and illusive Phantom of the opera, and it is my sad duty to report that he was right. I could never love Raoul as much as I love my Angel Erik and because of that he killed himself. It would satisfy all to know that within these few days I have suffered greatly with the guilt I deserved and I have decided to rejoin Raoul, to apologise and pay for my crime against him.
If anyone can find my angel, please, tell him I loved him and I'm sorry. I was frightened. I was wrong.
Christine Daae.'

Never had she been so desperate before now. The wind rushing past her hair and drying the fallen tears on her cheeks as she waited. She didn't think she had to wait. No one would come save her and put off the inevitable only made it more difficult for her to actually do the deed.
Her last and final act. The rooftop was perfect. She told Raoul she would rather not suffer too much but that didn't matter now. Now Raoul was dead because of her and she felt like punishing herself.
As Christine set her foot over the edge she felt her body tense. She knew it wasn't right, that she couldn't do it and her heart agreed with her, but her stubborn pride got one last hold over her and pushed her weight forward, ready to plummet her fragile body to the ground. She felt herself lose balance and gasped as she prepared herself for her final flight, when a strong hand clamped around her wrist and an arm around her waist, pulling her viciously backwards. She didn't thrash about, in fear that she would likely take this good Samaritan with her but when she was manoeuvred a few feet away and her head stopped spinning, she breathed in a harsh breath and instantly her senses where filled with that over-whelming and comforting feeling, that an angel had saved her life and was making sure she wouldn't try it again.
"Angel." She whispered, crystal tears rolling down her cheeks and her voice barely a whisper, but the arm and hand around her relaxed their grip and she heard the sound of a male taking a deep breath in.
"Angel." Was his reply, the phantom just relieved he'd made it in time to save the woman he'd always loved. She placed her own hands on his and carefully untangled herself, enough to move her body around and look at her beloved angel.
He was still the same. Beautiful in her eyes, even without his mask and his face could be seen, just above his high collar. She saw the colour in his cheeks and his clean swept back hair, seeing he had been taking care of himself which pleased her, even at a time of great sadness, she smiled a little at him and he rewarded with a smile back. It was soon gone though as she remembered the previous events when they had last been together. Her tears sprung anew and she cast her eyes downward, trying to step away but being secured in her position by her saviour.
She chanced a look back up at him, expecting him to be smirking cruelly at her predicament and state but instead his expression was solemn and he looked at her lovingly. He pulled her forward into his arms and she gasped as she hit his strong chest. The moment his arms wrapped around her and he kissed the top of her head, she broke down and let her bottled emotions out. She wept and clung to him, emotions spilling out of her. She was so confused at what to do so just allowed him to hold and comfort her.
The last time they had met, she had rejected him for another, or so he thought. She could never stop loving him or ever forget about him but that wasn't what bothered her. It was that she couldn't love Raoul as much. Him taking his own life had pushed her too much and in the feeling of guilt chosen to do it herself. The note she left was in her dressing room and Eric had arrived to tell her his condolences and see what had become of her, upon reading the truth about her feelings in her note his heart had began beating wildly and he quickly fled to look for her, knowing her well enough to look to the roof first.
As her tears desisted, and her sobs subsided, he felt her body grow slowly limp. He gazed at her at the same time as she lifted her head to look up and there was never a more right moment than this. His lips pressed against hers tenderly, no fierceness or sadness, just a small reassurance that he was there. He felt a sigh escape her throat and he to felt complete. As he drew back, she smiled at him sleepily and he picked her up, just as she lost consciousness.
He cradled her as she slept happily and walked away, back to his home and with the woman he loved. Together they could do this. Forever holding each other together with love.

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There used to be a greying tower alone on the sea,
You became the light on the dark side of me,
Love remained a drug that's the high and not the pill.

But did you know,
That when it snows,
My eyes become large and,
The light that you shine can be seen.

Baby,
I compare you to a kiss from a rose on the grey,
Ooh,
The more I get of you, the stranger it feels, yeah,
And now that your rose is in bloom,
A light hits the gloom on the grey.

There is so much a man can tell you, so much he can say,
You remain my power, my pleasure, my pain,
Baby, to me you're like a growing addiction that I can't deny,
Won't you tell me is that healthy, baby?

But did you know,
That when it snows,
My eyes become large and,
The light that you shine can be seen.

Baby,
I compare you to a kiss from a rose on the grey,
Ooh,
The more I get of you, the stranger it feels, yeah,
And now that your rose is in bloom,
A light hits the gloom on the grey.

(I... I've been kissed by a rose on the grey)
I've been kissed by a rose on the grey
(I... I've been kissed by a rose...)
I've been kissed by a rose
(...on the grey)
(I... I've been kissed by a rose on the grey)
...And if I should fall, would it all go away?
(I... I've been kissed by a rose...)
I've been kissed by a rose
(...on the grey)

There is so much a man can tell you, so much he can say,
You remain, my power, my pleasure, my pain,
To me you're like a growing addiction that I can't deny,
Won't you tell me is that healthy, baby?

But did you know,
That when it snows,
My eyes become large and,
The light that you shine can be seen.

Baby
I compare you to a kiss from a rose on the grey,
Ooh,
The more I get of you, the stranger it feels, yeah,
And now that your rose is in bloom,
A light hits the gloom on the grey.

Yes, I compare you to a kiss from a rose on the grey,
Ooh,
The more I get of you, the stranger it feels, yeah,
Now that your rose is in bloom,
A light hits the gloom on the grey.

Now that your rose is in bloom,
A light hits the gloom on the grey

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Jorinde:....I found that quite sweet ^^
4. of '100 chillout playlist.'

:iconvanilla-yazoo: Get better hun! Glad to know that you've got some painkillers ^^
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DazzledByNorrington's avatar
DEAR JESUS THIS IS AMAZING <3

Phantom of the Opera is my LIFE!
Like, seriously, I've been obsessed with it since the 6th grade.
GUHHHH YOU'RE AWESOME :love:

(PS I'm kinda happy that Raoul is dead. Friggin hate him. Erik/Christine ALL THE WAY! lol)