.: PROLOUGE :.
The glass shattered from the blow of the candlestick, revealing a dark, damp passage-way. The masked man stepped inside the new opening. With one last longing look, he pulled the velvet curtain back over the now empty frame.
The broken glass crunched beneath his leather boots as he walked down the hall, leaving every painful, tragic, and romantic memory behind him. With one last tear, the man shrouded in mystery disappeared into the darkness.
That was over fourteen years ago...
.: PART ONE :.
Fourteen years may seem like it is a long time to live in seclusion, hiding from the cruel, misunderstanding, and abusive world. Now, as I think back on the misery, it wasn't at all different from my life before Christine.
Christine...
Although my heart ached over her for so many years after she left, now that she was dead, well, I cannot change that. The only living memory I have left is her daughter, and my goddaughter, Tessa. Now that Tessa is living in the opera house, I must be more careful than ever before. I do not want for people to find me again. I'd rather be alone and miserable than be tortured and abused because of my monstrous face.
Of course, now Tessa's father, Raoul was not longer allowed near her, I had become her guardian and taught her to sing. Like I had taught her mother.
Like I had taught her mother...
TO BE CONTINUED...