A/N: Hey guys! This is just a short ficlet from Erik (The Phantom)'s perspective. This follows the book and the musical, but not LND. Please review!
"Christine...Christine," Erik sobbed, and hid his disfigured face in his hands, though no one was there to see it anymore. The Vicomte and his intended were gone, long gone. Christine...lost to him. There was no anger left in him, merely sadness, and self-loathing.
For indeed, wasn't this whole tragedy his fault? Perhaps the world would be better off without him. No, not perhaps...the world would definitely be better off without him. A cruel smile came to his lips. Messieurs Firmin and Andre could certainly make their way without him. As for Christine, he had no doubt that he was a but a shadow in her mind.
Her words to him still rang in his ears, "Pitiful creature of darkness," Pitiful, indeed. Here he was, in utter despair because he could not, for all his brawn and might, change the way he felt. Oh, Christine, what you have done. All I wanted was a normal life. A life with you, my love. And yet I hurt you. Forgive me. Christine, forgive me. Raoul, take care of her. Now I am passing to a world where I shall either join with those whose scarsare worse than mine, or ascend to where it no longer matters.Until we meet again, mon amour.
The next day, Christine finds her angel strung up on a rope. A simple notice runs in the newspaper: "Erik is Dead."
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