Silent Tears

by EowynofRohan13

This is dormant, at the moment, and probably won't update any time soon. The Opera Ghost was real. He lived in the Opera House, he died in the Opera House. Christene was the only one who could hear him. She was the only one who could save him.

1. Prolouge

I do not own The Phantom of the Opera.

Chapter 1

Erik wasn't sure which was worse, the emptiness, or the memories. There was days when he existed, an empty shell of a man. Broken. Cold. Alone. He floated underneath the Opera House, barely conscious of the world around him. He was nothing.

Then there were the memories. They would grab him at times, and for days he would be lost in a memory so real, so vivid, he could almost touch it. He'd been a brilliant composer, a performer, an actor. People had flocked from all over to hear his voice. A single verse of his work could move an entire audience to tears. That was before the accident, though. Before his face had been so badly damaged, no one could stand to look at him. Before he'd become a stagehand. He hid in shadows, longed for darkness. He had come to know the entire Opera House like the back of his hand. And even that was Before. Before the real accident. The one that had killed him.