5There is a red rope is around my neck, that my hand is keeping from strangling me. My entire body burns as my soggy shoes barely just touch the ground. My heart is beating like a jackhammer against my chest. I was alive, just barely. But alive.
I could have been dead. When Christine presses her lips against the monster which had chained her to him through his monstrous ways: unscrupulous acts, fraud, murder, hypnosis, blackmail... I could have died. I should have died. I saw our future crumble as she submits to him. She gave up. Fighting for us. No! NO! Damn you, damn you! You Sir, your hideous face, I want to rip it apart, shred by shred.
From that kiss - you have taken much more than a simple gesture of skin on skin. You have secured Christine in a world I can now never reach. You demon. You pitiful beast! How could Christine sacrifice herself like that? I'd rather die than see her submit to a monster.
What transpired before me, pulled my face into almost the hideous contortions, a grimace of true revulsion. Horror, horror, horror. To see her with her hands on the Devil, it was enough to make my fragile stomach turn. My father would be rolling in his grave.
Yet, I can't cry out in horror. For once, my voice is truly dry, and I cannot break her from this terrible spell. Pain racks me as she leans in again; though tears seep from her eyes, little remorse falls in them. There was a wondrous look, a sort of ardent desire I had never seen on her. A pang of jealousy runs rampant, for never had I taken her lips to see such passionate ardour ignite.
You have taken more than her flesh monsieur Fantome, with one kiss you have bound her to you. You have sealed that voice inside her. Christine will never sing again. Not for me. Not for anyone. No one else. And you, you masked demon, I blame you! You may let us go now, but as I pull Christine's trembling form away, her soul now resides with you.
We will never escape from you. Your ghost will haunt us until we are dead.
I have nothing to thank you for. I would rather Christine untrained but sing like an angel rather than broken by your obsession. Who do you think you are? If you pursue us, I swear I will take no mercy on butchering you like you did our love. You have tainted the world at last - are you happy now?
Content?
You may let her go, but only because she will belong to you in a way she will never belong to me.
Damn you. Curse you. You little demon, spawn from hell. Is this what you wanted to achieve? To separate us forever?
The boat is now ready, with my preparation. With the small patter of feet, Christine returns to my side. Glancing down, I realise that the ring finger is bare. She had lost my engagement ring I gave to her. No matter. As long as that it was lost and never to be given to that monster, lost so he wouldn't find it, I was content for her to wear a wedding ring instead. Soon we can forget about this all. At last, he would never see her again. At least not in reality.
But in dreams he came.
OK, that was odd. I usually can't understand Raoul at all. I don't even know what he thinks usually, but I have to say, Hadley Fraser did put a lot of character into his Raoul. I am going to say that Fraser is the reason why I dislike Raoul's character, (don't murder me in my sleep, Erik is nearby with a punjab) but there is a different side to him where his thoughts (to me) are much clearer. A gif really 'inspired' me to make a little monologue/stream of consciousness when he's watching 'The Kiss' hope you like! ^^ Let me know in the comments below if this is what you think Raoul is thinking here!