Farewell, my dear Angel. Thank you for all you have taught me, about music, about souls, about life. I pity you, dear Erik. Does living down here alone get lonely? It must. No one should be forsaken to live in this awful place, secluded from society, from real life with real people.
Oh Erik, do you know how hard it was to choose? I was willing to stay with you, to save Raoul's life. Why did you make me make such a tough decision, only to release us both seconds afterwards? Was it pity? Was it out of pure worry for my safety? Did you release out of love, out of hate for thyself, for my happiness?
Now, as I float with Raoul in your gondola, I wonder. Should I have left you, even after you gave Raoul and I freedom? Should I have stayed with you? The situation is complicated, Erik. Even though I doubt to see you again, I feel like you will always be with me. I know you will be; deep down in my heart, my soul, my mind, my thoughts. You will always be there. Even when Raoul tells me that you are no longer ruler of me or him, or anyone else, you will still be there, your voice still audible in my mind.
Will I ever rest in peace, knowing how you are fairing? What happened to you after I was out of sight? Did you stay in your little home by the lake? Did you leave? Are you alive, or are you dead from grief? Oh Angel, I will never forget the tears we shed together. Nor will I forget the love that you have expressed by freeing me.
How will you survive, if you are still alive? Don't lose your will to live, Erik. There is hope for you yet. The disfigured face that I looked into last holds all the potential in the world, and yet, it holds all of the sorrow in the world. How can one so beautiful on the inside be so horribly ugly on the outside?
Angel of Music, my body may belong to Raoul now, but my soul will always belong to thee. I may sing in Raoul's presence, but my voice belongs only to you…