Rated: PG
© Midnight Phantomess
Disclaimers: None of the variations of POTO belong to me. -_-;
I sat on my throne, it only being a week after she left. I clutched sadly at my only rememberance of her, the soft linen of the wedding veil falling between my fingers. A soft, pained sigh escaped my disfigured lips as I slowly stood up and began to pace around my lair.
Damn that boy, Raoul, I thought, throwing the veil away in anger. He had to take her away from me...I remembered my song of years' work. Don Juan Triumphant. A sad piece I wouldn't bear to let Christine listen to. But when we sang together...Joy filled my heart as I sang to her, though I knew it could not last forever. Now I long for her dearly, my heart aches so. Mine, Erik's, the Phantom's! A heart which never knew love but only music and darkness. I loved her more than that fool, barely a man, did. How, I wondered, could she fall in love with such a face like mine? No. Not my face. She loved me for who I was...I glanced at my mask, which was upon the floor, and a tear rolled down my cheek. I reached up to my face and touched that tear, which was one of the many shed because of her. Christine. Did she really love me, or was she wearing a mask? A mask of lies...Another tear rolled down my cheek. This was not a tear of joy, but a tear of sadness. Many days I have wept for her, but for what? Did she really care..
"Of course she did," I said to myself. "You were her Angel of Music, as she was your angel in her own way…" I remembered those years of training, and that moment when she proved her worth and success. They all loved her, but they couldn't love her as much as I did. And then that insolent boy had to come and now she's disappeared from me. Yet, she will return...but that is only when I'm dead. She promised to bury me in a secret place, and that she would place the gold ring I had given to her there as well. I had given her that gold ring as a promise of my protection and love for her, but no, she lost it during a kiss between her and that Vicomte de Chagny. Damn him. I missed the angelical tone of her heavenly voice..the miraculous touch of her soft, gentle lips upon my forehead...And then, oh, that sweet, searing kiss..but she did it for him. She only did it to save his life..didn't she? Or did she do it for me? For the both of that boy and I? I shook my head in confusion and sat down upon my throne, the music box near my feet. I smiled faintly. The music box...
"Masquerade...paper faces on parade. Masquerade...Hide your face so the world will never find you," I softly sang once more, another tear rolling down my face and dropping onto the music box which I now held in my hands. I hid behind my mask for so long. My mother, she never loved me. She gave me my first mask, she hated and loathed me so. She never showed me love. No one ever did. I was always a monster to everyone. Except for her..
Christine.
-- Ehh.. Ok, that was really short, I know.. I wrote it a long, long time ago.. R/R if you really want, please no flames.. If you want additions to this, I guess I can try and think of something.. ^^;