Erik sighed, staring at the one mirror he hadn't destroyed. Each day, he stared through it, hoping she would come back. It had been a year since he had let her go. Since his opera house had almost burnt down.
It was hopeless. She would never come back. He slowly lifted a brass candlestick and prepared to smash the mirror.
"She has forgotten her angel," he sang softly.
Just then, a sweet voice echoed in his ears.
"Angel of music
Guide and guardian
Grant me to me your glory."
Erik watched as a small blonde girl entered Christine's old room. She placed her hand on the mirror, her blue eyes full of tears.
"Where is the angel?
The angel of music
Hide no longer
Secret and strange angel."
Erik reached towards her, singing softly.
"I am your angel of music
Come to me angel of music."
Her blue eyes went glassy and reached through the mirror, taking his hand.
"In sleep he sang to me
In dreams he came
That voice which calls to me
And speaks my name
And do I dream again
For now I find,"
He gently pulled her through the mirror to stand mere inches from him. Erik suddenly realized he was not wearing his mask. He started to turn away from her. She stopped him by reaching her tiny hand up and caressing the deformed half of his face. She smiled.
"The Phantom of the Opera is there
Inside my mind."
She embraced him.
"I missed you, Erik."
He returned her embrace.
"I missed you too, little Meg," he murmured into her gold hair.
Meg held out her hand. Erik noticed for the first time that she had his white mask clutched in her hand.
"You do not really need it, though," she whispered shyly.
Erik slowly took the mask. He stared at it for a moment before setting it down and cupping Meg's face in one hand. She stared up at him, blue eyes meeting brown. He leaned down and kissed her.
He broke away quickly, blushing.
"I'm sorry," he murmured. "I should not have…"
He was cut off by Meg throwing her arms around his neck and kissing him passionately. Erik's fingers were tangled in her honey colored hair, and her hands caressed his face, tracing each scar. He picked her up and spun her around joyously. When he set her down, Meg stood on tiptoe and sang softly in his ear.
"Anywhere you go let me go to."
Erik brushed her hair out of her eyes, his deep, melodic voice blending with hers.
"Love me
That's all I ask of
You."
He leaned down and kissed her again.
"I love you, Meg."
Meg softly kissed the deformed half of his face.
"I love you too, Monsieur Phantom."