Revelations, a phantom of the opera fanfic

Angel

A figure cloaked in shrouds of black crunched slowly through the melting snow, burdened both physically and emotionally. A bouquet of roses were clasped in her trembling hands as she approached a looming mausoleum. The woman lifted a hand to remove the shawl from her head as she quietly ascended the steps. A wave of grief overcame her as she recognized the name depicted by the stone engraving.

Spend all your time waiting

For that second chance

For a break that would make it okay

There's always some reason

To feel not good enough

And it's hard at the end of the day

The woman came to stand respectfully in front of the name she also possessed. In spite of herself, tears welled in her eyes, falling onto the scarlet roses as they were placed in front of the monument with a sense of reverence. As she dolefully turned to leave after a moment of respect for her deceased father, the snows of winter began to fall in its liquid form.

I need some distraction

Oh, beautiful release

Memory seeps from my veins

Let me be empty

And weightless and maybe

I'll find some peace tonight

Spring had come.

Replacing her shawl on her head, the mistress began to run as the rain fell harder. Her cloak and dress were ruined by the melted snow she splashed through. Feeling hopeless and lost, the woman acquired shelter from the wings of an angelic statue.

In the arms of the angel

Fly away from here

From this dark, cold hotel room

And the endlessness that you feel

You are pulled from the wreckage

Of your silent reverie

You're in the arms of the angel

May you find some comfort here

Drawing a hand to her face to keep herself from weeping, she listened to the endless rain as it pounded harder and harder on the cemetery. The outspread wings of the statue provided excellent shelter; not a drop landed on her. A warm, yet strange sense of calm swept over her fortuitously as she tightened her cloak around her body.

So tired of the straight line

And everywhere you turn

There's vultures and thieves at your back

The storm keeps on twisting

You keep on building the lie

That you make up for all that you lack

He was here. He was here again, to take everything away from her once more. Her life had dissolved to ashes along with the opera house she had grown up in. Outraged at the symbol of him she was cowering under, she pounded the sides of the monument. She wouldn't let it happen again.

It don't make no difference

Escaping one last time

It's easier to believe

In this sweet madness

Oh this glorious sadness

That brings me to my knees

In her ferocity, the woman slipped on the snow underneath the statue, her head falling on the base and making her unconscious. In her dim awareness, she felt arms enfold her and hold her tight. Upon awakening, the belle glanced upwards, recognizing the face that determinedly glared at the rain. She contentedly closed her eyes once more. Her angel of music...

...her angel was here.