At night he summoned my name, luring me to enter his very own dark world. His voice was dulcet, soft as an angel's whisper, yet loud as thunder. He channeled his spirit through my voice, through my being. The angel he once was still I hold fondly in my shattered heart. I wish for him to be with me now, to make me feel whole once more. One would object my wishes of having him in my life again.

"Christine, I love you..."

But he is gone, I wanted him to.

Christine eyes fluttered shut, holding back the tears that began to burn her eyes. Her heart filled with despair and emptiness after that fateful night. With a heave of an agonizing sigh, she drew the heavy curtains close and gathered her long nightgown. She walked towards the empty bed and lied on her back, slowly surrendering to the night. The music he had written for her resounded in her head, accompanied by his soothing voice, a smile formed across her face in her slumber.

In her dreams, her angel stood before her, tall and mysterious as she remembered him. However, his lips curved into a gentle smile where she had never truly seen him doing so. Christine tried to reach for him but he took a step back, to where Christine walked closer towards him. "Don't deny me, angel." She whispered sadly, but he continued to move backwards until the sight of him was completely consumed by shadows. A forlorn sob escaped her quivering lips but there was no tears in her eyes. Her body suddenly drew back and she fell off onto her bed, finding herself to be in her room once again.

She turned to her side slowly and her eyes involuntarily opened at the weight she felt in the bed, next to her. A man, with a porcelain mask that resembled Christine's broken angel's, staring darkly at her to which she released a startled gasp.

"Christine, I heard you call for me." The voice which Christine had longed to hear again spoke softly. Unable to find her voice, Christine watched him in astonishment, giving him a longing gaze. How did he hear me?

He sat up from the bed and walked over to the corner of the room, turning towards Christine. "Angel, I have missed you! I-" Christine trailed off when he held up his hand. "Come, Christine. We don't have much time. Come with me and we shall complete each other again, for eternity." He moved forward, holding out his hand with a reassuring smile across his lips.

Christine -as though she was in a trance- rose from the bed slowly and accepted his generous offer.

"Say you love me and I will follow you, angel." Christine breathed hopefully, relishing in his presence.

"You know I always do, my love." Hypnotically he murmured, followed by Christine's wide smile.

"Finally, the pain we share will end very soon." She whispered, closing her eyes in contentment.

"Christine!" Raoul barged into the bathroom all the sudden without warnings. He rushed towards Christine and pulled her out of the full bathtub. "Please, God! Christine, don't do this." He cried, carrying her limp body out from the tub. Cradling her into his arms, he shook her almost violently, unable to think or do anything but. "Christine, please don't leave me!" He sobbed almost giving up, stroking her calm and pale face.

Christine's body jerked suddenly, water spilled from her mouth as her chest heaved heavily, attempting to catch a breath. Raoul hastily wiped his tears and rubbed her back to help her breathe more easily.

"No! I met my angel again, why must you pull me out?" Christine cried, trying to push him away. "I almost lost you, how could you do this to me? He is dead, Christine! You and I saw his dead body." Raoul whispered loudly in despair, knowing his once delightful and full of life little lotte had given her soul completely to a deceased man she called an angel of music.