It all happened quite fast. I can only recall parts of that dreadful night.
Moments after Raoul was allowed into the opera ghost's clutches, he was tied to the gate, a Punjab lasso around his neck.
"Don't throw your life away for mine!" I remember him shouting at me.
Too late.
I walked up to the raging man, and kissed him full on the mouth. Let Raoul go free, I thought. Take me instead.
That's exactly what he did.