A/N: We're doing this song in our school's spring musical revue-like show where we sing a bunch of songs from different musicals. Whenever I hear this, I automatically think of Erik.
Disclaimer: Beauty and the Beast and Phantom are SO not mine, even if I may wish.
Erik kneeled down on the snowy rooftop behind the statue of Apollo. He watched Christine and Raoul leave with their hands entwined in each other's. Erik wished that he could hold her hand like that and feel her soft skin against his. It would not happen, though. Now he had to be content with the withering rose he held.
And in my twisted face
There's not the slightest trace
Of anything that even hints of kindness
And from my tortured shape
No comfort, no escape
I see, but deep within is utter blindness
What if he looked like Raoul? What if he were handsome? Would Christine love him then? It seemed as though because he was so disfigured, he was thought to have the heart of a monster, and he supposed he might. After all, he had murdered Buquet.
Hopeless
As my dream dies
As the time flies
Love a lost illusion
Everything seemed so distant to him now. His hopes, his dreams, his love. They had been so close to him, only to disappear into the crisp, winter night. No matter how far he reached or how hard he tried to hold onto these desires, they would sleep away.
Helpless
Unforgiven
Cold and driven
To this sad conclusion
Yes, his situation seemed helpless. Christine could never love him, no matter how much he loved her. He would have to accept this cold reality. But he couldn't. He just couldn't.
No beauty could move me
No goodness improve me
No power on earth, if I can't love her
No passion could reach me
No lesson could teach me
How I could have love her and made her love me too
If I can't love her, then who?
Erik knew he could never grasp sanity if he couldn't poses Christine's love. It was the only thing he needed to stay alive and be content. It seemed like such a simple thing. He wasn't asking for a mansion or even a more handsome face. He was just asking for love, yet he could never have it. And no one else could fill the void Christine had created. She was the only person he knew how to love.
Long ago I should have seen
All the things I could have been
Careless and unthinking, I moved onward
No pain could be deeper
No life could be cheaper
No point anymore, if I can't love her
He felt like his heart was splitting in two. Tears were spilling from his eyes as the image of her kissing Raoul flashed in his mind. Did she know the agony that was putting him through?
No spirit could win me
No hope left within me
Hope I could have loved her and that she'd set me free
But it's not to be
If I can't love her
Let the world be done with me.
If their love was not meant to be, so be it. If she was meant to love that Chagny, so be it. He could hope as much as he wanted that he could get what he desired, but as usual, he would never actually receive. It was like his parents had told him as a child; since he was worth nothing, he deserved nothing.
Erik tore the petals of the rose in his hands into shreds, allowing them to scatter about and blow in the wind. When there was nothing left of the flower but its lonely stem, he cast it aside. He had no use for it.
Just like the world had no use for him.
