𝕸𝖊𝖑𝖔𝖉𝖎𝖊𝖘 𝖔𝖋 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝕰𝖓𝖈𝖍𝖆𝖓𝖙𝖊𝖉 𝕸𝖆𝖘𝖐: 𝕭𝖔𝖔𝖐 𝕺𝖓𝖊

The Opera's Disaster II (ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴏɪɴᴛ ᴏꜰ ɴᴏ ʀᴇᴛᴜʀɴ/ᴅᴏᴡɴ ᴏɴᴄᴇ ᴍᴏʀᴇ)

Christine's reactions were a symphony of emotions, her eyes locked onto Erik's as he continued to sing. His touch traced a path from her throat down her arm, a tactile exploration that seemed to set the air on fire.

Erik's voice seemed to echo in the depths of the theater as he sang. "Past the point of no return. The final threshold! What warm, unspoken secrets will we learn beyond the point of no return?" His words hung in the air, a tantalizing promise of the uncharted territory that lay ahead.

Erik gently released Christine's hand, allowing her to move to the opposite side of the stage. It was her turn to sing, and her voice wove a new layer of emotion into the scene. Océane's heart clenched as she watched Christine step into the spotlight, her presence commanding the attention of everyone in the theater.

"You have brought me to that moment where words run dry," Christine sang, her voice a delicate melody that hung on the edge of vulnerability. "To that moment where speech disappears into silence.. Silence." Her gaze shifted from Erik to the audience, her eyes connecting with countless individuals who were hanging onto her every word.

Océane marveled at the way Christine inhabited her character, her voice carrying the weight of a thousand unspoken thoughts. She remembered the times she had rehearsed this scene with Erik, the intensity of their interactions. Now, she watched as Christine effortlessly slid into that role, making it her own with every note.

"I have come here hardly knowing the reason why," Christine continued, her voice growing stronger with each word. "In my mind I've already imagined our bodies entwining, defenseless and silent." Océane's heart skipped a beat as she witnessed the intimacy of the scene unfolding before her. The air seemed charged with anticipation, the audience drawn into the magnetic pull of the characters' chemistry.

Christine's eyes flickered as she cast another glance toward Océane and then to Erik, a mixture of determination and vulnerability in her expression.

"Now I am here with you, no second thoughts.. I've decided, decided," Christine sang, her voice a declaration of intent. Her steps carried her closer to Erik, their proximity crackling with a charged energy.

As they continued their mesmerizing ascent, Christine's expression shifted. A subtle smirk tugged at the corner of her lips, a tantalizing contrast to the vulnerability that had been present just moments before. "Past the point of no return! No going back now.. Our passion play has now at last begun," she sang, her voice tinged with a mix of mischief and yearning.

The characters' journey up the spiral staircase on each side of the stage, it became a metaphor for their emotional trajectory, each step a deliberate movement toward a threshold they couldn't uncross. Océane's heart raced as she played her violin, her music weaving seamlessly with the dancers' seductive movements. It was a dance of temptation and surrender, a performance that seemed to blur the lines between the characters' desires and her own.

"Past all thought of right or wrong.. One final question.. How long should we two wait before we're one?" Christine's voice held a tremor of urgency, a plea that resonated with the audience's own yearnings. "When will the blood begin to race? The sleeping bud bursts into bloom? When will the flames at last consume us?"

Erik and Christine ascended the staircase together, their steps synchronized as if drawn by an invisible force.. Océane could feel the intensity of the moment, a crescendo of emotions that threatened to engulf her.

As the characters reached the top of the spiral staircase, Océane wiped away a tear that had escaped her eye. She glanced at the box 5 where Raoul and Adrian were seated, her heart clenching at the expressions on their faces.