How can I be forgiven for the ultimate crime?
How could I tell that she will forgive me?
What if she will never return?

Those taughts were flowing through the mind of the man who lived down below.
Everything is over without her...
He couldn't bring himself to even touch one of his magnificent instruments.
He couldn't even think of the music that once filled his entire being.

He sat there, heartbroken.
His beloved has chosen another man over him.
A vikomte, precisely.

But, who would be confused over the soprano's actions?

No one could love poor Erik. A man who spent his entire childhood in a gypsy camp as the Devil's child, being beaten.
A man who killed his gypsy master to get to freedom.
A man who hid under the opera house and was it's ghost, sending notes to the managers.
A

man, who was considered an angel to one of the girls at the opera.
But that was long ago...

All, that is left of me now, is this beaten up body and a distorted face.
That face...
That is the reason why she left...
She was scared of the monster...
The monster that I am...

His bony hands found their way to the shattered porcelain mask that once layed on his face.
The expressionless mask was long broken, forgotten.

It was once something that gave me confidence...
But now I see that I was foolish to believe that a piece of porcelain could help me...

His saddened mind lingered on one certain girl.
Christine.

He wanted to forget, but each thing reminded him of her.
Tears escaped his golden eyes.

She must have a beautiful life...
Without me...
Without Erik...

She was his everything.
His muse.
His friend.
And maybe a little more...
Or, let me correct my last sentence.
She certainly was more then a friend to Erik.

He loved her.
Until that moment, Erik never knew the feelings of love.
But, yet he could feel the warmth inside his chest each time he saw her.

People say, that those who have never experienced love, cannot feel it towards others.

Yet Erik was an example of how wrong could people sometimes be.
Altough he never was shown love, he felt it greatly.
He could even kill himself for the one he felt these feelings for.

My Christine...
This is my eternal goodbye...

Erik whispered as he got his hold on a sword.
Christine, I love you...
Were his last words before the sword plunged into his heart and his body fell limp on the floor.

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