There Are Dreams That Cannot Be: A Phantom of the Opera Phanfiction [Completed]

Chapter 12 ~ The Voice of an Angel

Ryleigh's POV
Erik and I lived blissfully through the passing months, putting all of our worries behind us. One spring morning, the beautiful sunlight streamed through my bedroom windows, causing me to wake up a little early. I yawned slightly and sat up, rubbing my eyes. Then I remembered that Erik may not be up yet, so I decided to make breakfast for once. I sliced a loaf of French bread and toasted it a little bit. I cut the bread into slices and put two on each plate, saving a few slices for later. Then I got out a jar of strawberry jam and spread it evenly over the slices of bread, making sure to cover every inch. For a final touch, I got some sliced strawberries, grapes, blueberries, and other assorted fruits, and arranged them on each plate. I sat each plate on the table and placed silverware next to both of them. I smiled at my creation, hoping that it would please Erik. Sure enough, he walked into the dining room a few moments later, still looking a little tired. "Good morning" I smiled, walking over and kissing him passionately. As our lips met, I thought about whether or not we would ever get married. I inwardly smiled when I thought of Erik and I being legally tied together, but I tried to push the thought aside. We loved each other, but I doubted that he would ask me to marry him any time soon. We eventually pulled away, both gasping for air.

He smiled at me and shook his head slightly. "You didn't have to do all of this, Angel" he sighed, gesturing to the plates of food.

"I know I didn't, but I wanted to. You do so much for me, so I wanted to return the favor. Making breakfast was the least I could do" I smiled, leading him to the table.

"I know, but you didn't need to go to all of this trouble" he protested, sitting down at the table.

"I woke up early, so I wanted to surprise you" I said, smiling.

"Thank you" he sighed in defeat.

"You're welcome. Now you need to eat, Angel. You're far too skinny" I scolded him, playfully slapping his arm.

"Yes, ma'am" he chuckled, taking a bite of his toast. "This is absolutely delicious, mon ange" he exclaimed, taking another bite.

"Thank you" I smiled, eating a little bit myself. When we were both finished, we took the plates to the kitchen together and washed them, dried them, and put them back in the cupboards. While we were washing them, I started singing softly, causing Erik to stare at me in awe. "What is it?" I asked timidly.

"Nothing, it's just...I've never heard you sing" he said, surprising me. "You sound like an angel, although your voice needs to be trained in order to reach its full potential. I could teach you" he said.

I was in complete shock. The "Angel of Music" wanted to be my voice teacher? I had dreamed of this ever since I first saw Phantom on my twelfth birthday!

"R-really? I didn't think I was that good" I said in a disbelieving tone.

"Ryleigh, you have the most beautiful voice I have ever heard. It would be an honor to teach you" he replied reassuringly.

"Okay, I suppose" I smiled at him, leaning in to peck him on the lips. This resulted in us having a kissing session for half an hour. When we finally pulled away I smiled at him.

"Well then, shall we get started?" He asked, grabbing my hand gently.