My dear Erik,

Do you remember that time when I was a young girl, crying in the chapel room, weeping for my father, begging for my angel? And then you began to sing to me and promised to help me? That's when I knew I was in love. I had fallen for my angel and I did not care who he was or what he looked like because he was my angel and it was impossible not to fall in love with that voice.

And now Erik, after all these years, that has yet to change. I still love you, probably more so now than ever before. I will admit though, and I cannot deny, that for a brief while I was afraid that time I tore off your mask. I was unsure of what I was going to see and it took me by surprise. I was foolish for doing so. It wasn't my right to take something so personal from you and I have never been so ashamed. I now know why and I understand why you were so protective of your mask – I know you believed that if I saw you truly, I would and thought you an ugly monster and never looked at you again. But I just want you to know Erik that I find you the most handsome man in the world, and you always will be.

You were right though, what you said to me afterwards. I don't know if you remember but you said to me "Fear can turn to love, you'll learn to see, to find the man behind the monster," There was never any monster Erik. Very Quickly I grew to love and adore that beautiful face that somehow frightened me.

There is something you must understand angel. About the time I left. I imagine you are still angry and have not forgiven me, but just know that it was the worst mistake I have ever made. I have always been a foolish, ignorant and materialistic girl, ever since I was a young child. And I felt that Raoul could give me all I wanted. We had a large house, plenty of money, and I received all the things I could have wanted – Gowns, Jewellery, you name it. For the first few months I felt truly content. But everything went downhill after that. I was miserable. Raoul was changing; he began drinking more often and got hot tempered over the smallest of things. We never had children either. We tried for several years but to no avail. Things just kept getting worse. I became more depressed and discontent with what I had. Then I realised. The one thing I was missing. You.

Over these past 10 years I have never wanted to do anything more than to back to that old ballet dorm, and sit until you appeared behind the mirror. Erik you have no idea how much I have missed you. I miss hearing your voice lull me to sleep in the evenings. I miss the way you played piano. I just miss everything.

I have had such a miserable time since I left the Opera House. Raoul didn't like me going back in case I ran into you again and on the rare occasion we did visit, I was not allowed out of Raoul's site. That night, after Don Juan Triumphant, no one had seen nor heard of you since. There were rumours saying you had left or died. I refused to believe any of this of course, but I was never allowed a moment alone to try and find you. Oh angel, if they are true and you really are dead I don't know what I shall do. It would kill me to find out that was true. The only thing keeping me going over these past years was the thought of going back to you.

I will be going to live with Meg Giry and her husband John in Paris for a while. You remember Meg don't you? I think it's time for me to leave Raoul. He is in to England and won't be until next month. His drinking is getting seriously out of control and his anger has brought on physical outbursts. But please don't be angry with him angel, I know you can be so protective. But he is just afraid and confused. He is losing his money and he just cannot cope any more. He could never really cope. A lot was laid on his shoulders unexpectedly and he could not carry it all. I think he will be fine without me however, he knows we haven't seen eye to eye for at least a few months now. Meg says I can stay with her and her family until I can get myself sorted. She suggested going back to the Opera House to work helping the younger girls with their singing. Imagine, me, giving them singing lessons. It sounds so strange. However, it would mean I could live in the Opera House again, and maybe get back to you.

I am travelling to Megs this Thursday (It is Monday now) and shall be visiting the Opera house on the thirteenth to talk to the managers. I don't know if you will even be there but I shall be leaving you this letter behind the mirror in the ballet dorm. I could not go any further down the passage. For fear of getting across the lake and finding out you are not there. It would be too painful. But I intend to be back the following Friday with Meg to watch the new Opera and attend the evening party. I have told Meg that I plan to meet a dear friend that night and I ask you Erik, that should you receive this letter, it would make me the happiest person alive in you would see me again. I will be in the ballet dorm from eleven and shall stay there for one hour. If you do not arrive I will understand two things and I will not trouble you again. You have every right never to see me again. Especially after that I have done. Several times I have strongly considered throwing this paper away or burning it. It had taken me several days to complete. I don't even know if you are alive. But I have lived my life with hope and my heart believes otherwise. I hoped my angel would come to me. And didn't you? Until then all I can do it sit and wait. I do hope I can see you again angel,

Yours forever,

Christine Daae.

AN: So it had been a while since I uploaded something. And I had a lot of free time (four hours to be exact) in school today so I wrote this to pass time. I am not terribly fussed on the ending however but I couldn't think of any other way to put it. Im also contemplating writing a fic based on this if people like it.

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