A few months later Christine grew weaker. Gustave tried to be brave but was already crying himself to sleep. How am I suppose to do this?
One night I sat down with her. She was still beautiful and so weak. I have loved her truly after all this time. I took her small hand and kissed her. "Give me something to look forward to" she whispered. I did not understand what she meant by it.
Once upon another time
Our story had only begun
I had a taste of joy
The most I ever knew
Now there is'nt anytime
And somehow our story is done
And what about the boy?
What am I to do?
Just love just live
I'll give all that I have
And take what little I deserve
"Christine I have to tell you something. You may have always believed that I was obsessed with you. I was, I still am but...My Christine...I love you. I have and I will, always."
Remember love never dies
Kiss me one last time
Memories of Christine flew by. The first time she sang think of me. Me singing music of the night. The birth of our son. Everything we shared and created together. A few months passed as Christine faded away. I myself lived for another ten years.
My last words were: "Music,my son,Christine."
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FanfictionErik and Christine in New York 1897. Building Phantasma and raising a family. And all the drama that comes with it...
