My angel. My angel of music was dead, and all that was left of Christine was the small boy beside me. The son that was shunned by the Vicomte, who ruined all of our lives... and Meg ended what was left- the angel of music. She was wrong to think that I was the Angel of Music. Christine is the angel. Her voice is what caused all of this. Meg is jealous because of her. Gustave was born, because of her. My broken soul was healed, because of the angel of music.
"Angel of music, you deceived me." Gustave wept. My heart jolted. That song... her song... Christine sung that through the mirror on that one night... "I want you so badly..."
"Angel of music, guide and guardian, grant to me your glory!" I joined him. Gustave looked up at me, amazed.
"Angel of music, hide no longer!" we sang, two more voices joining in. "It's over now, the music of the night!"
"You're my father?" Gustave asked, breaking the silence following. I knelt beside him and looked into his beautiful green-gray eyes. (AN: Sierra Boggess's eyes are green, so Christine's son's eyes would be similar)
"Yes, Gustave." I replied softly. "I am your father."
"Will mother ever come back?" Gustave questioned, his eyes boring into me. His chin was raised and he held his head proudly. "She'll come back for me. She promised." Just when my hopes had lifted, they sunk back to the bottom of my chest.
"Your mother isn't coming back, Gustave. The Angel of Music is dead." I answered, more harshly than I intended to. "She's gone. There's no going back."
"But who will take care of me?" Gustave asked. I frowned. He seemed to forget the Vicomte de Chagny, the man who he had believed to be his father. I had thought that he would go back to his old life, the one with stability, education, and acceptance. "Won't you?"
"I don't know, Gustave." I said softly.
"I want to stay with you. You look like mother." Gustave exclaimed, clasping his hands together. I was startled. How could he find his mother's beauty in this ugly, ravaged face? I bore no resemblance to the Angel of Music. He was the one that reminded me of her. His chocolate brown curls, his sea-green eyes, and his angelic face. He also had his mother's gift for music, but his had been nurtured ever since birth, while Christine's had been quenched under poverty and then orphanages.
"What?" I breathed.
"You look like mother." Gustave repeated. He paused. "No, you act like mother. You're more cautious than papa. Please, let me stay with you." I glanced over to the Vicomte. He still held the blood-soaked body of the angel. He gave me a slight smile and nodded. Then, he slipped out from under Christine's body and silently left the docks.
"After we bury her, we'll move back to Paris." I assured him.
"I want to move to London." Gustave begged. "I want to see the Queen."
I took my son's hand for the first time, and together we headed back to Phantasma. The life with the Angel of Music has ended. The new one with our son has begun. I closed the trunk of memories with Christine and never looked back, only forward to my new life with someone who accepted me, just as the angel had done.
AN: Based on the Original London cast of Love Never Dies. Sierra Boggess as Christine, Ramin Karimloo as Erik. Sierra's eyes are green, and so I thought it proper to have Gustave's eyes be green.