DISCLAIMER: I do not own Phantom of the Opera, If I did Christine would have gone with Erik and Raoul would have died.
I don't know if I'll write a fanfic to go with this yet, it depends on the reviews.
Dear Christine de Chagny
I watched him fall in love with you, I watched you fall in love with another. I saw you recoil from his face, his deeds. You thought him ugly, a monster. I thought him beautiful, an angel. I watched you leave him for a rich boy from your childhood, I watched him cry. I tried to comfort him, but who was I to him? Just a friend, no, an acquaintance. I watched him every day, falling deeper and deeper, I felt by heart stop whenever I heard his voice, how I wanted to press my lips to his.
I loved him, but every day I couldn't say anything. He rarely heard me speak, He never heard me sing, sing songs of love and longing for him. His face was beautiful to me, repulsive to all others, to you. Every day I wished he would tell me he loved me, kiss me gently and get down on one knee.
I curse myself, I watched him die, watched him lose the will to live. All because of you, the one who didn't deserve his love, the one who denied what I would have killed for. So why didn't I? I couldn't, I couldn't even tell him of my love.
I tried to make him eat, tried to make him forget. The pain in his eyes made me cry every day, I don't think I'll ever forget those eyes. I cry myself to sleep every day. I held him as he died. The last words he said were, "I love her." He loved you, not me, and you killed him. Is this how you repay such love? You thought him a monster, because he killed, of course he killed, he had to. The pain you bestowed on him every day made him kill even more, all he needed was love, your love. Love I couldn't give. No, he was no monster. You, Christine de Chagny are the monster, and perhaps I am also, for I never told him of my love.
I hope you remember him, remember your promise to him. Return to his side, I leave him to you. Monster. Let you live with the guilt that you killed him, killed an angel, the man who made your spirit sing with his music. And also let you live with the guilt that you have killed me, for without him, I am nothing. Perhaps in the next life I will be able to tell him, tell him I love him.
Remember Christine de Chagny, the spirit shows the beauty or ugliness of the person. His was beautiful and yours is vile. You are a repulsive creature, I despise you as you despised him. May people see you as you are as you die, may people remember you for what you really are.
Rest in peace Erik, my love, rest in peace.
Yours
Your second murder
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