Author's Note: This is a one-shot... I don't know if I'll keep it going. Reviews welcome! Next few chapters will make more sense with this story, I promise!
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April 24, 1870
Dear Erik,
I'm so sorry for leaving you like I am. This was something that I had to do. Believe me, this wasn't your fault, it was mine. I should have been watching my surroundings. I didn't want to leave you, I promise. But the men who did this to me, they let me write this letter to you. I want you to do some things for me.
First of all, never forget me, because I will never forget you. I love you. You have to remember that. Never forget that I have always loved you, and I always will. There aren't words to describe how I feel about you. I love you.
Second, don't stop writing your music. I know that you are very talented in a lot of other fields, but music is your best one. Write me a few pieces, and play them often. I know that every piece you write will be absolutely beautiful.
Third, remember that I have not ever truly left you. I'm sitting next to you, watching you read this letter. I'm on the piano, playing your latest piece. I'm lying next to you in bed, watching you sleep. I'm always there; I'm just a little hard to see sometimes.
Fourth, if you ever find love again, don't push her away. Whoever she is, she will be the luckiest woman in the world, and I envy her. Try to learn and trust someone again. And I don't want you to feel like you are betraying me by being happy with someone else.
Last, talk to someone. Madame Giry is always there for you. And if you don't want to talk to her, you can always talk to me, and tell me what's bothering you. Even if you can't see me, write me a letter, and keep them all in a box for me. Don't worry, I'll read them.
And remember that it's ok to miss me, and it's ok to cry. I've been crying for the past half hour, and I already miss you. If there is any way, any way at all that I can talk to you, I will try. But you have to be open to the possibilities. Never forget that your Angel loves you until forever and a day. I love you, Erik.
Forever yours,
Christine