The book was amazing! Gaston Leroux is the real author, not Mr. Webber.
To my dearest Christine,
If you are reading this letter, then I am deceased. My dear daroga has sent the message to you, and you have come to bury me. I hope you are happy with your Raoul. If I have done wrong and given you to a man who mistreats your lovely self, then I have done wrong and deserve the lowest spot that Hell will give me.
Before I am forsaken and forgotten by you one last and eternal moment, I wish to tell you how much you mean to me. The time you kissed me…I cannot…I will not forget it! My mother herself would not kiss my cheek, or my hand, or my forehead! No one cared for the fate of a young monster, for they all knew that young monsters grow up and become dangers.
Let me tell you something of young monsters. They are feared by all, and there is a reason for that. As I have said, they become dangers. Every monster is a genius, which makes the danger clear. They build to torture and are tortured themselves. Oh! Only you understand!
That is what made you special, my love. You could see that I was not just a monster. I had a heart and a voice. I invented the most curious objects and built your theatre. You kissed me, Christine, and no one else has before cared enough to kiss me. Not even in the Rosy Hours was I rewarded with a prize such as the one you have given me.
And so I finish my final farewell. I will love you forever and in death, I will remember you. I know you do not want to remember me. What use is there in remembering a beast who kidnapped you? I love you too much. You've killed me.
Your Servant,
Erik