𝕸𝖊𝖑𝖔𝖉𝖎𝖊𝖘 𝖔𝖋 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝕰𝖓𝖈𝖍𝖆𝖓𝖙𝖊𝖉 𝕸𝖆𝖘𝖐: 𝕭𝖔𝖔𝖐 𝕺𝖓𝖊

Snowy Night (ᴀʟʟ ɪ ᴀꜱᴋ ᴏꜰ ʏᴏᴜ/ʀᴇᴘʀɪꜱᴇᴅ)

Océane's instincts kicked in, and she gripped her violin tightly. "He's here," she whispered, her voice barely audible. Océane's instincts remained sharp, and her gaze scanned the rooftop, trying to pinpoint the source of the mysterious voice. Her eyes fell on the sculptures scattered across the rooftop, and she couldn't help but feel drawn to the pegasus sculpture in particular.

Raoul held Christine close, his arms wrapped protectively around her. "It's alright, Christine," he said soothingly. "We'll stay together, and nothing will harm you."

Feeling overwhelmed by the tension between Christine and the mysterious presence, Océane stepped back, her eyes darting between them. She realized the rose Christine had been holding had fallen to the ground in the commotion.

"No more talk of darkness," Raoul sang gently, trying to calm Christine's fear and he guided her to the middle of the rooftop."Forget these wide-eyed fears. I'm here, nothing can harm you. My words will warm and calm you. Let me be your freedom, let daylight dry your tears. I'm here, with you, beside you, to guard you and to guide you"

Christine's trembling began to subside as she looked into Raoul's eyes, finding some kind of comfort in his presence and comforting words. "Say you love me every waking moment. Turn my head with talk of summertime" she whispered, her voice laced with gratitude.

Feeling like a third wheel, Océane took a step back, looking for a way to give Christine and Raoul some privacy. "Mm, I'm just going to stand over there," Océane mumbled, gesturing to a spot behind one of the sculptures. "Give you both some space."

As Océane positioned herself behind the sculpture, she couldn't help but feel an eerie sensation. The wind seemed to carry whispered melodies, and she felt an inexplicable connection to the pegasus sculpture before her.

"Is there something special about this sculpture?" she whispered to herself, her fingers grazing its smooth surface.

From her vantage point, Océane could still see Christine and Raoul embracing, their voices occasionally drifting to her ears. The emotional intensity between them was palpable, and Océane couldn't help but feel like an outsider in their intimate moment.

With a heavy sigh, Océane focused her attention on the sculpture once more. She tried to shake off the unsettling feeling that had crept up on her since arriving on the rooftop.

As Océane took a cautious step towards the back of the pegasus sculpture, her eyes widened as she caught sight of a cloak of black. It was unmistakably the Phantom's signature garment. Her heart skipped a beat, and she quickly ducked behind the nearby sculpture, careful not to make any noise that could give her away.

Peeking through the gaps between the sculptures, Océane strained her eyes to get a good look at the Phantom. His white mask gleamed in the moonlight, his expression obscured by its facade. He stood motionless, his gaze fixed upon something in the distance.

Curiosity mingled with a hint of fear, Océane's breath caught in her throat. What could have captivated the Phantom's attention so intensely? She strained her ears, hoping to catch a snippet of his thoughts or discern the object of his focus.

From her hiding spot, Océane could see the Phantom's lips move, forming words that she couldn't quite make out. His voice was low and haunting, carrying a sense of both longing and anguish. She strained her ears, desperate to catch any fragments of the Phantom's dialogue.

"And still I wait, hiding in shadows of my own darkness, my soul forever entwined with hers," the Phantom murmured, his voice filled with a mixture of pain and yearning. "Oh, Christine, why can't you see my devotion for you?"