My fingers roughly made contact with the keys of the organ again. I scribbled another note onto the score of my latest composition. It was tear-stained and wrinkled from almost being thrown in the fire several times. But I had told myself that I would finish it. For her, even if I never saw her again I wanted to finish this song. I didn't want to just sit in this dark hole and die here. alone and heartbroken. I would be productive and do something with my life. Even though I wasn't getting payed for my work I was still doing something. I wondered what Christine was doing. Did she think of me? No, of course not. I'm the monster that had threatened her fiancé. I probably haunted her dreams. My face was probably her nightmare... But Christine, beautiful Christine. Her soft lips, her beautiful lips. How my heart yearned for her. How I ached just to hear her voice. Just once more. I could go see her, or hear her! No, she's happy I mustn't bother her.
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Christine, my flower...
Fanfiction•"Erik, my Angel..." From Erik's POV• Christine has returned to the opera house, to Erik. Who has long waited her return. He has had things ready for her since she left. Hopefully, Christine returns Erik's feelings of undying love!
