Hello! This is my first 'Phantom of the Opera' story. To be honest, I apoligize if this fic seems rushed, and it didn't turn out as good as I wanted it to be, but I hope you enjoy, nonetheless.
I DO NOT own the song 'Slipped Away' by Avril Lavigne. I am just pretending for this story that the Phantom wrote it in honor of Christine.
The Phantom's POV:
The dark, gray cemetery gates loomed over me as I walked through them in the freezing snow. My hands grasped around the black cloak shielding me from the icy wind blowing toward my internally crippled body.
As much as I loathed coming to this miserable location, only one reason remained in my mind for traveling away from my destroyed home that continued to lie in dreadful debris…
Christine Daae', the love of my life that never came to be…
She was my purpose for doing all the sinful things I had commited all those years ago.
Memories flooded through me as I recalled the experieces, both intense and melancholy, I had shared with the most wonderful woman that had ever blessed the bleary and troubled world with her angelic prescence.
The night I had taken her to my lair in order to show her the world as she'd never seen it…
When she fainted after I presented her the mannequin bride I created for her… How I had always longed to hold her in my arms as I did that fateful night…
My black heart had longed to show Christine how much I cared and desired for the succession of the Opera Populaire's true star. She had felt so warm and soft as I cradled the unconcious beauty in my arms that evening…
The night we sang 'Point of No Return' together in front of the entire opera house…
It was the last night I would attempt to show her how I really, truly felt about her.
Christine's lovely voice echoed in my thoughts as I walked through the deseted graveyard. My hands grasped around a scarlet red rose, a satin ribbon and a sparkling diamong ring tied upon the evergreen stem.
Tears began flowing down my face, threatening to freeze over my already icy skin.
Finally, I arrived to the tombstone I had been looking for. Carefully reading the words carved on the stone, I slowly placed the rose at the grave's base.
Christine Daae'
The Vicomtess de Chagny
Beloved Wife and Mother
1854-1917
Below me, my knees became weak as I fell to the ground to kneel on them. Choking back a sob, I raised my gloved hand and traced my fingers across Christine's name engraved on the tombstone.
"Christine…I love you."
The day she slipped away was the day the music of the night disappeared forever.
Slowly raising myself to stand on my feet, I reluctantly turned away from her gravesite, trudging back to my lair that was the only home I had ever known.
As I walked away, a strange feeling of inspiration flowed through me. Lyrics of Christine's death sung themselves in my head. At last, I came to the ultimate conclusion…
Tonight, I would compose the perfect song of sadness for my love, to worship and honor this angel one last time before I die alone in my black despair.
Christine Daae' would always be remembered in my heart and soul.
Never will she be forgotten…
I miss you
Miss you so bad
I don't forget you
Oh, its so sad
I hope you can hear me
I remember it clearly
The day you slipped away
Was the day I found it won't be the same
I didn't get around to kiss you
Goodbye on the hand
I wish that I could see you again
I know that I can't
I hope you can hear me
Because I remember it clearly
The day you slipped away
Was the day I found it won't be the same
I've had my wake-up
Won't you wake up
I keep asking why
Because I can't take it
It wasn't fake it
It happened, you passed by
Now you're gone, now you're gone
There you go, there you go
Somewhere I can't bring you back
Now you're gone, now you're gone
There you go, there you go
Somewhere you're not coming back
The day you slipped away
Was the day I found it won't be the same
The day you slipped away
Was the day that I found it won't be the same…
I miss you…
