: Author's Note: This is the corrected version, I am sorry having put up an uncorrected one. Won't happen again. Hopefully, you can enjoy without any spelling mistakes now! As a foreign writer, I do what I can.
: Thanks to: Smileywoman from DDN for beta-ing!
:Disclaimer: I don't own "The Phantom of the Opera".
:Summary: For nothing in the world, would I have let him die in your arms…you who never loved him, you who only thought about yourself – your naïve self. He deserved dying in somebody's arms who cared about him, yes, loved him. I did. I do.
: Graves of Dust :
He died in my arms. Erik, the Phantom, he, my love. Abandoned by every single person but me, he who had lived his last months in agony and pain. Dissension must have caught her – she who left him for Raoul! She whose name shall never cross my lips again. Oh, only once Erik whispered my name – "Madame" – to fall silent for hours again. His lips trembled; his fingers scratched mine in a poor attempt to hold back death. Then, he whispered what he would whisper for the rest of his painful life. I cannot say her name, I cannot think about it! She who has destroyed my only love.
Oh, if I shall ever meet you again, little lady! All you can think about is yourself. Your thoughts are dirty, so is your bed, full of Raoul's sweat. Have you, for one moment, thought about him – he who loved you more than you could ever have loved Raoul? My heart is too weak to stand this. He died in my arms, and the last words he said were said to you. Ashamed, I tear myself from his body as he does not breathe anymore. "Erik…" Tears run down my cheeks.
He died in my arms. For nothing in the world would I have let him die in your arms, you who never loved him, you who only thought about yourself – your dirty self, your naïve self. He deserved dying in somebody's arms who cared about him, yes, loved him. I did. I do.
"Erik…" Desperately trying not to scream at him, I shake his hand. "Erik! Come back… I shall go and get her, she shall lie down by your side, she will, Erik, I promise!" He does not move. "Erik…" Oh! My heart… it beats against my chest. He died in my arms. Was it the wrong decision? Was her presence necessary to ease his pain? Wrong decision, it was the wrong decision… "Erik!"
He is dead. He is dead and you never put one caring look upon him. I wish I had told him about my love, he would have lived longer. I want to die, now that there is nothing left to hold on to. These shadows keep me cold, and they will, from now on. I should have told you, my love! Dear Erik, let me come with you…to your grave of dust…