Ou etes-vous, mon ange?She had waited patiently. She had tried.She had gone where she was told, did as she was told, and attempted to improve her voice on her own. She had strained her ears, each and every day, to hear the slightest sound that would give her the tiniest indication that her Angel was coming for her. But still she heard nothing.Ou etes-vous, mon ange? by Call-mE-aNGE
And, despite everything, even the largest wells of patience run dry.She could not afford to give herself false hope any more. If she held on to her hope any longer, without result, she feared that she would go mad. Christine Daae sat up a little straighter.
"Papa was wrong. There is no Angel of Music." She sounded as if she were trying to convince herself, rather than stating a fact. Her brow furrowed at the appearance of a rather alarming thought. "Or, if there is I-" her voice broke, "I am not worthy of his appearance." She felt a tear roll down her face. Then another and another. Before she knew it she was sobbing hysterically. Not quite willing to let go of the onl
The Phantom Never DiesChapter OneThe Phantom Never Dies by Stardust7776
For weeks, I had heard the whispers around Lincoln about a new exchange student from France. Everyone was ecstatic to meet him, though I must admit I wasn't too impressed. Yet I can remember it all perfectly.
The day he arrived, the exact moment I first saw him, I was; I suppose intrigued is the right word.
And the genius who designed it wears a mask. A mask? But what's behind it?
He wore this mask. It covered the whole right side of his face in smooth ivory. The other side of his face; well, I must admit I am still at a loss for words. Two bright green eyes that have the power to stare right into your soul,
Yet in his eyes, all the sadness of the world. Those pleading eyes that both threaten and adore.
set into a pale angelic face.
I felt foolish, Maggie. If you had only seen my face. I gawked, I will admit. Though not because of his mask; it was as though I couldn't see his mask. The other side of his face entranced me. And it was strange; I felt as though he could sense
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