Two lovers, entwined hands, passion filled eyes. No other thought but of themselves. Overlooking them stood the Angel, the Man, the Phantom...Erik. Shock and horror filled his soul as HIS Christine went away with another. "I gave you my music, made your song take wing." It was all him, wasn't it? "And now, how you've repaid me, denied me and betrayed me." How could she love another man? He was her Angel! "He was bound to love you, when he heard you sing." He had given her his greatest gift, how could anyone ignore her beautiful singing?
"Christine...Christine..."
With each step the couple took, anger and other unexplainable feelings grew in Erik's heart. "You will curse the day you did not do, all that the phantom asked of you!!!"
As he said this, a tear started to form in his eye. A small one, but a message from deep within his soul. He tried to cover it up, laughing manically to hide his inner feelings, all the while tears flowing from his eyes, running over the nose that never grew, and pooling up at the bottom of his mask.
With all his remaining strength, he directed one command to his Christine, "GO!!!!!"
And silently he wept until the sun came up and he crawled back to his lair under the opera house, empty hearted, sodden masked.
A/N: I do not own! Tell me if you liked it.