Hey guys, this is just a little blooper I wrote up on a whim. I thought maybe the Phantom should have his chance to say his proper goodbyes. This is just a rough draft, but if I could get some other people's input, I might fix it up and make it into a real one-shot or two-shot. Please give me feedback, both good and bad! (But especially the good :D)
Keeping my head down and cloak tightly wrapped around me, I slowly made my way down the street. My face was safely hidden in the shadow of the hood, so I little to fear of being caught.
Then again, no one in this town had seen my face in several decades, so I had no reason to have any fear at all.
I made my way to the graveyard where I had once fought the damned fiancé, raoul, in front of christine's father's gravesite. I paused for a moment, recalling the moment. Raoul's face, set squarely in determination to save Christine from the monster that was me. Christine's angelic face, tears streaming down her cheeks as her "angel of music" and freer of said "angel" fought for blood.
I shook my head and kept walking, to where the newer graves were placed. I walked through row after row, reading name after name, until I finally found her. Christine.
Flashback
I had been sitting in yet another nameless bar, listening to the general gossip of the crowd, when I heard a name I hadn't heard said out loud in years.
"Did ya hear? The purtty singer from that old condemned opera house, Christine? I done heared that she passed on last week." I had whipped around in my chair to face the man speaking.
"Christine Daae- I mean de Chagny?" The man, seeming almost excited by his new listener, quickly continued.
" The very same. Just had her funeral a couple of days ago. Lots of people came to say goodbye. Supposedly she had a voice so beautiful, birds would fall silent just to hear her sing."
Erik nodded. That sounded like Christine. "Thanks, pal." He had stood and left the bar, his drink barely touched.
"So it's true. You really are gone." He said to the grave, tears already clouding the name written on the grave- the very same name engraved on his heart.
He fell to his knees. "It's official," He whispered, "I am alone."
He pulled out the red rose with the black ribbon tied to it and laid it next to the grave.
"Goodbye, my love."
The figure stood and left, never looking back.