Disclaimer: I do not own The Phantom of the Opera.
Longing
By: FrodoBaggins88
I see her, sadness, a feeling I amply know, welling in her eyes. I wish to reach out and comfort her, but I cannot. To see my face is to be bound forever to me. But her face, so beautiful, so sad. Something draws me to her and I have to reach out, have to have her, but how?
I flee deep to my lair and take my violin and return to the wall of her dressing chamber and begin to play Lazarus. A smile crosses my lips as I see her glance around. I have made her smile again.
