My Angel of Music

Prologue

Author's Note
Hey guys! I hope you enjoy my new book! I know I told you that I would be continuing Love Will Still Remain, but I just don't know where I was going with the story line. I'm thinking about removing it, though I would like your guys's thoughts. Thank you so so much for reading!
-Tobycake

Erik's POV

    I was waiting. I seemed to be doing that a lot lately. Waiting for her. Wanting her to come back to me. I know I hurt her. I know I hurt the one she supposedly loves. But I love her. I love her so much, that I told her to go. People say that if you love something, set it free and if it loves you it will return. But I shouldn't have let her go. I can only hope she's happy now. Happy with her life. I hope he is treating her well. But I hope she returns. I haven't been able to compose. I haven't touched the organ. I can't play music. Before her, mucks was my life. Then she appeared. She made me a better person. Her voice made my music soar. She was an angel. And for a few moments, she was my angel. And I was her's. But then he came. She had told me stories about him and her when the where younger. I thought she wouldn't love him. I thought she truly loved me, as I did her. I thought she was mine. I had already given her my heart, weather she knew it or not. I thought I had hers. But I was wrong. She chose safety. She chose the man that she knew.

    I can only hope that that he treats her well. I hope she comes back to me. I've waited four years. I can wait four more. I will always wait for her. For my Christine.

Christine's POV

    Erik. My mind was consumed with him. I couldn't get him out of my head. I couldn't forget his music. I know I made a mistake. I've known that for four years. I've tried to forget him. But I can't. I've tried to forget his music, but it hunts my dreams. I've trued to be happy with Raoul, I really have. I know there are many girls who would LOVE to take my place. Well, until they have been with Raoul for four years. After Raoul 'saved' me, it went all down hill. He tried using pain medicine and alcohol to dull the pain and to forget that night. He ended up getting addicted. Now, he has made my life a living hell. I get beaten everyday, and he has tried to rape me. five times. The maids and butlers don't d anything. Apparently, their used to it. I've also had to get used to the smell. The smell of alcohol and other women's perfume in our room. I don't think I can live like this anymore. I know I can't.