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A PHANTOM'S FATE
She hated him. She hated him and all because of his stupid face, he knew it!
Crash!
He threw his fist against the mirror, tears falling down his face in rage and self-hatred. The shattered glass ripped into his hand, drawing blood, but he didn't care, didn't feel… Why did he have to look this way? WHY?!
Crash!
He threw his fist against the glass once again, causing pieces of it to shatter and break. More blood poured over his skin, but the bleeding of his mangled heart was much worse than the bleeding outside. How did he fool himself into thinking she could ever love him? Christine, the true angel of music, love him, a deformed, lowly phantom of the opera? How did he convince himself of that?
Crash!
Phantom sank down against the mirror, his head in his hands. The sobs wracked his body freely now. His normally neat hair was disarranged, making him look like a crazed maniac. He squeezed his eyes shut. Why couldn't he ever do anything right? Why couldn't he look like a normal man? Why couldn't Christine love him?
The sound of her singing to that fool of a boy echoed in his mind, causing his heart to completely break in half. The sound of her beautiful voice calling for his love…
"Share each day with me, each night, each morning…"
He glanced toward where he had last heard her voice echoing and whispered. "I love you, Christine."
Phantom ripped the mask off of his face and stared into a shattered fragment of the mirror. He covered the right side of his face with his hand and looked at his reflection. Then he removed his hand and stared miserably at the left side of his.
Not even a mother could love a face like that… Deformed, demented… distorted. He spoke aloud to himself, though his voice had a musical quality about it, making him seem as if he were singing instead of talking.
"Am I honestly so frightening? What kind of mask is this face? Christine, why can't I show you that I'm not misplaced? I was brought here for a reason. That reason was to fall for you. Christine, my heart now feels something. Tell me what I do.
"My heart which has been cold and lonely has now found no reason to hate. I have been waiting forever, but I am too late. I killed to let out my anger. The revenge I planned on the world. She saw the monster inside me and her fear unfurled.
"Tell me that this is not happening. Tell me it all was a dream. For me her love was enticing but not as it seemed."
He could hear a piano in the distance, in tune with the musical melody of his voice. His anger flared, the tears fading on his cheeks. Who was that? Who dared intrude upon his sorrow?!
He had to leave, to get out of this place filled with so many memories and woes. Phantom glanced down at his blood stained hands and clenched them into fists.
Music was destroyed for him, stained forever by the blackness that this newfound pain caused him… the pain of heart break.
"You alone can make my song take flight," he whispered into sound of the lonely piano. "It's over now, the music of the night!"
And with that he grabbed a bouquet of roses, leaving one behind, got into a boat, and began to sail away toward nothingness, wanting only to be numb and to forget. To leave the pain of a forsaken life behind… To forget Christine's face and the pain of hearing her declare her love for another…
As Phantom sailed away, he left as much of himself behind as he could, willing it all to be a dream. Willing away the music of the night.