My heart was breaking in two at what I was going to do.

I was walking carefully through the place that was once sacred to me and now it was just a wasteland.

After a few steps, I found him. He was sitting on the ground, his long legs were curled under him.

He was so different each time I saw him.

When I first heard him in the opera's chapel, I imagined him as an Angel, with big wings spreading from his back, an etherial being sent from the sky.

When he came to me through the mirror, I saw him still as an Angel, but not as that etherial as I imagined.

All changed when I tore the mask from his face.
I saw every emotion there was in him. I saw him angry, frustrated, sad, happy...the list could go on.

I even saw what insanity could be in him tonight.

But now, when he turned to face me, I saw tears running down his cheeks. I never saw him crying. He always seemed too strong for even letting out a single tear.

But, yet, here he was, his face soaked in tears.

"Christine, I love you."

I heard a heartbroken whimper escape his lips.

His voice was also so very heartbroken. All of it's angellic quallites were hidden behind his sadness.

His words were so honest.

Tears were forcing to escape my eyes too, but I held them back.

As I hesitantely walked towards him, I removed the ring that he had put on my finger.

I put it into his bony hand and locked his long fingers around it.

That moment, I had a last chance to decide between the two choices my inside was giving me.

My mind told me to turn around, and forget about this place, start a new life with Raoul. He was waiting for me in the boat and he was ready to lead me out of the catacombs, onto the warmth of sunlight.

But my heart was telling me to stay here with my angel of music. To be held in his arms, to hear his unearthly voice. To stay in the comforting night and listen to the heavenly music.

'No, I can't...' I taught to myself.

I turned away from him, hiding the tears that finally escaped.

I went down the steps and got onto the small black boat my angel once pushed through the misty waters of the Parisian catacombs.

I looked back once more. I saw his skeletal figure in the middle of his lair, looking straight in front of him.

"Say you'll share with me one love, one lifetime..." I quietly sang to him, not masking my true emotions anymore.

I sang it to the one I truly loved, even with his so called imperfections.

I heard Raoul reply to me, but I didn't care. My eyes, mind and heart were with the one I loved.

He got out of my sight as the boat turned around the corner.

I suddenly heard glass shattering.

That was when I fully strarted to weep.

Because I knew that I will never see my perfect angel again.