Christine Daaé's POV

I was walking along with Raoul, Vicomte de Chagny. It was such a beautiful day....Even my Angel would have enjoyed....Stop it! Your Angel is dead! He was a terror and he nearly killed your beloved!

And yet....He was so sweet, so beautiful-on the inside which is the part that counts more than anything. His inner beauty made anything outside that was 'horrid' into something Angelic and lovely. 

And his voice, oh that voice! How lovely and unearthly it truly was! How I missed it! How I had loved it, when it was still with me...

Stop it! It's not your fault that Erik is dead!                                                                                                             You only broke his heart into a million pieces and then ground up them and set them on fire...                                                                                                       You showed him what pain and torture felt like...And kissed another in front of him.... And deceived him, And made him sob...

Okay, it is definitely my fault that Erik is dead!!

"Christine, what is the matter? You look on the verge of tears!" Raoul says, pulling me from my reverie. "Oh, nothing..I miss my Angel of Music." I whispered. "What?! You MISS that TERROR?!?" Raoul screamed in my face, causing me to jump. "Well, yes." I said. "How?!" He yelled again.         Oh, why did I bring this up?

"I understand that you were close to that....thing...But I don't know how you could miss it. It tortured you and-and terrorized the Opera House and robbed André and Firmin! How?!" He exploded again. "Never mind." I sighed. "No, no. I just wondered how, so please tell me." He tried to sound soothing..

"Well, he was so loving and sweet-" Raoul raised an eyebrow. "When he wasn't heart-broken. He was so musical! Oh, his voice was so angelic, so perfect!!!" My voice had become ecstatic by now. "Oh." Was all Raoul said. 

I missed my Angel for the rest of the day but I didn't say anything else, for fear of another fight with my beloved. 

You never truly did know what you had until it was gone, did you?

I miss you Erik, wherever you are. 

I wish you were with me still