After the Fire.
Alright, so I saw this fanfic on Fanfiction, but it was rather badly written, so I decided to rewrite it, giving it better grammar.
Title: After the Fire.
Pairing: Raoul/Christine.
Rating:NC-17.
Version: Alw film.
Christine cries so many nights after the fire. She can still feel the warmth of the kiss that she had shared with the Phantom. No, not the Phantom, Erik. Why must he feel so bitter towards everyone, she wonders?
Christine knows that, perhaps, one day, he will find someone to love him. But it will not be her, for she already loves Raoul. It has been two months since the fire. And next week they will be married. It will be a small wedding, as she wants it to be, but she will be the wife of the man she actually loves forever.
One week later.
The wedding was beautiful, Christine thinks. She wore white, as was the tradition, and of course a veil. Madame Giry had given her to Raoul, as her husband did not live, and Christine's own father was dead.
Sweet, dear Meg. Crying because she was happy, and because she would be the only one unmarried in the family. Christine had told her that she could come visit, though. And as for the man who is now her husband- she cannot, could not stop staring at him throughout the entire ceremony.
After the wedding, they had left on their honeymoon to Italy. After two days of traveling by train, they were terribly exhausted, so once they arrived in Rome, they went straight to their hotel suite, and had fallen asleep.
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