Sometimes I feel like I actually have to have something interesting to say. But, whatever, I'm sixteen, what the hell am I supposed to have to say that's interesting? I don't do anything interesting really. Whatever. This is a journal after all. Why not just spill my thoughts, really.

Title: Lost
Fandom: Phantom of the Opera (movieverse)
Pairings: Raoul/Christine, Christine/Erik
AN: If anybody on my flist knows a comm I can post this to, that would be much appreciated, bbs.
( Christine’s slender hands are tugging at the rope binding him and he gasps for breath, feels as though he has just been put back together, much too quickly. Her lips are pressed to his in a panicky kiss and she’s breathing life back into him. )