Rushed Drabble I wrote a while ago, not Eristine I know but what the heck? I'm honestly Raoul x Meg trash XD
I didn't really end it how I would've liked but I'm too lazy to finish it))

Meg Giry was invisible to everyone around her. To the people with their expensive furs and jackets who filled the seemingly endless rows of seats each night she was just a faint glimpse of a dancer upon the dark parts of the stage. They didn't care, their eyes were glued to the center. To the star, where the spotlight lied.

She knew from a young age that watching the star from the wings was something she would always be doing. She often found herself listening to the happenings that played behind the curtain. Not just stage workers or the changing of sets. Secrets, whispers, and people who got a bit too friendly in the wrong places.

She would silently hope that maybe someone passing would stop and spare a few seconds to give her a smile. Not the kind of smiles the drunk men gave her, or the teasing giggles the ballet girls made as they peeked over at her.
Meg was the odd one out to them, the girl who awkwardly stood away from the group and hardly ever spoke.

Her mother never seemed to give her any attention, and when she did it was the kind a teacher would give a student, not a mother to her daughter. Over the years she had grown used to it, but now things were getting harder.

She hardly ever saw Christine anymore, sometimes she thought it was because she wasn't worth her time. After all, Christine had the lessons with her angel to keep her marvelous voice in tip-top condition. She had her costume fittings and rehearsals most of the day, and after the show, her many admirers came to shower her in compliments and roses.

"Always Christine..." She muttered under her breath, ignoring the tears stinging the edges of her eyes.

"Always-...Christine...." she said a bit softer, a small sob breaking past her as she realized tears were pouring down her face.

"Always...always...Always..." she shook her head. She would always be the shy girl, always the blonde, always the disappointment. Always.

"...are you alright?"

Meg froze, slowly lifting her head to peer at the stranger. Those three words hit her harder than anything, she knew she'd heard that voice before...somewhere. But right now she could care less.At last! Someone- they cared enough to ask her if she was alright. Even if she quite obviously wasn't, for a moment she didn't know what to say. Overcome with emotion, someone cared. It- it had been too long since she felt like she mattered to someone.

"Why...?" she whispered, "You-...dont even know me..." she said. The man blinked, stopping closer.

"Your name...It is Meg Giry...Is that correct?" Meg paused. That voice... That- that was!-

"Y-you...Your the...the-the..." The name was beating her hard against the head but for some reason, she couldn't say it.

"The Vicomte De changy?" he interrupted her, a small smile pulling his lips. "Yes. You remember me?"

"Why...? Why-...why would you...?"

"Because..." he began, sitting down beside her. "I know how you feel..."