My gift to you
By MoonSerenade
Prologue
Is it fair that a man should be hated and feared because of a distortion to his face that he was born with? Is it fair that he should be called "Devil's child" and that his own mother should turn from him in repulsion? Is it fair that a soul of innocence and beauty should have to live his life in darkness, non-existing to the world? Is it fair that the Angel of Music, the genius, composer, architect and magician should be robbed of a life in daylight because of his disfigurement?
No, I don't believe it is.
There are many who would not agree with me on this. They would protest, shout to me: "Can you not see it? He bears the mark of the Devil on his face! He should be hunted down and killed!"
No, he shouldn't.
Beauty is so much more than just the outside. True beauty is that of the soul and no one could take the beauty of his soul away from him. They would beat him, imprison him and eventually hang him, but whatever they would do, the beauty of his soul would still be intact; the beauty that I love.
I know this isn't how you would have liked for me to begin this journal, Erik. I know you would have rather liked for me to speak of our love from the beginning to the end and let the darker aspects of this story to be forgotten. Not to worry, dearest. This is my gift to you, my gift to our future children, and it will indeed revolve around love. But the truth needs to be unmasked once and for all and you and I are the only ones who could do it properly.
Oh, I know, darling that you would never have the patience to sit down and write our story in its entirety, so I took it upon myself to do it. I love you too much to leave it undone any longer.
Where to begin, then? I can not guess exactly when it all began for you, dearest. Was it the very night that the Opera Populaire burned in the famous incident with the chandelier? Or was it when your heart finally began to accept that Christine would never return? Was it when you found your way back to music?
For me, it was that fateful September day when I first came to Paris and the Opera Populaire; the day when I first met you.
A/N: So what do you think? This is my first attempt to write a phanfic so please be nice, although flames are accepted. I promise that the first chapter will be a lot longer than the prologue. Love you all, please R&R!