Disclaimer: If I owned Phantom,I'd be very happy, but sadly, I don't.
He looked at his calender, as if wondering when his life of misery would end. It told him that it was May 2nd, 1871, a few months after the ''event''. He wished he would die, he knew that he would never get another chance to win back Christine. He had been so close. The only thing that occupied his heart now was his grief and eternal love for his angel of music. As he looked at his surroundings, a new cavern in the catacombs that he had found and tried to make a bit homey, he sunk into one of his crying spells. As he wept, he recalled the day when he first brought her down to the cavern he had called home since1831... ''Nighttime sharpens, heightens each sensation. Darkness stirs, and wakes imagination. Silently the senses, abandon their defenses...''. It was such a lovely song, and she had fallen for the music of the night, what was it that made her turn away in the end, he wondered.
''HIM! It was that Raoul that seduced her and took her...''
He stopped mid thought. He wasn't going to let himself believe this anymore, he knew that it had been his own greed and self-centeredness that had done him in. He hadn't thought about Christine that fateful night in January when he had presented his ultimatum to her. He wanted her for him and only him, no matter what was in her heart.
His crying spells could go on for hours, and this one was no different. He wept until the sound of his sorrow lulled him to sleep.