Hi....Vi again, I'm trying writing again. This is about when Christine leaves the Phantom. I don't own anything…Please review?
The Angel of Death stirred in the darkness. The shadows swirled and danced around him. He was alone, forgotten in the night. Left with his memories where she still shined, blinding him with her voice. His forever, yet never his to keep.
They were never meant to be. He was night and she was day, two pieces of a puzzle, so close yet so far away. Destined to go round forever, never meeting, hardly touching. But she had betrayed him, had broken the endless circle. Without her, his daylight was gone, disappeared into the nighttime. She was never coming back.
The Angel was weeping. His rose had left him, his perfect red rose. She was his muse, the inspiration for his music. Now she was gone, along with his opera. She had been his fate, yet he wasn't her destiny….Christine.
He had known this day would come, when she would leave him. He was an abomination, his face damming him to a life of solitude. He could never truly have her. But he wanted her. He wanted her so badly it pained him just to breathe. And for one glorious moment she had been his. But then he had appeared, and taken her, snatched her away with one touch.
The angel of Music had reached his finale. The aria was coming to an end. The final dance, the ending song , the notes coming to a halt, fading into silence. The once harmonious duet was over. The darkness consumed the Angel. He was alone.
It's short I know, but I was feeling a bit sad and that's the result...
Much love, Vi. x