Dear Fanfiction,

This is a letter from Christine Daae herself, and therefore should be paid close attention to. I love you all's enthusiasm and bright nature, although much that is on fanfiction is indeed quite dark. There are many misconceptions you all have been making concerning myself and a certain phantom.

The Phantom of the Opera was sad man. A man who was a genius, and who deserves your upmost respect. He was a genius, a crazy, hate driven genius. But I do not love him. I am sorry to disappoint, but I am in love with another man.

I won't beat up on all of you Phantom/ Me shippers, but I don't approve. I am in love, and in love with a man who is dedicated, intelligent, brilliant, and sweet. His name? The Vicompte Raoul de Chagny. I suppose you all find this surprising? But I don't think you forgot that the phantom was a murderer? He was merciless, and I cannot love him.

I did love him, at one point, but I loved the music, not the man. I thank you for reading this, and I hope you begin to appreciate Raoul in the future. If you have something to say to me, please review with your letter in return to mine.

Love,

Christine Daae