Author's note: Well this is going to be a short story. It's just a little idea that came to me while listening to the song. Hope you enjoy and please review!

PS: I am working on making this story have a little more thicker plot. So you will notice that the first chapter is redone, but the next two are not. I will get to them in time but I don't want to take down the whole story because I am working on editing. So stay checking in and I will let you know when I am done editing the next two chapters.

Disclaimer: I do not own the Phantom of the opera. If I did, I probably wouldn't be spending my time writing phanficion.

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November 21, 1889

Erik's condition is no better today. His face is still paler than usual and he can barely say a word. When he tries to speak, I advise him to save his

breath. I do most of the talking myself. Oh God, how it pains me to see him in such a state! How could I have left him only three weeks ago? It

seems like another lifetime. Thinking back on that horrible night, I now realize that my choice was made by a girl blinded by fear. It is true, he

terrified me to a point to where I would rather die then spend a day living with him. The way he cried at my feet and begged for love, a love I could

not give him, it broke my heart. I turned the scorpion out of pure pity and to save my beloved Raoul. Oh Raoul! You always knew me better than I

did. I can still remember those words you spoke to me on the roof. Words that I thought foolish at the time, but now I see are the truth. All of my

fear and terror turned out to be love, and love of the most exquisite kind! Then I read the ad in the Epoque. I never though that three words would

impact me so much. As soon as I heard you were dead, I myself died as well, for I never realized how much you meant to me. I remembered what

you had asked of me before I left, so I headed towards the Opera House the next morning with the gold ring on my finger. As I reach the house on

the lake, things were not as I remembered them. Music was scattered everywhere, dishes and glass covering the carpet, and the organ destroyed.

The memory of that day is enough to bring me to tears. Everything used to be so beautiful. The little life that you had tried to bring to this house for

me had left a long time ago. I found you in your room. Oh how I hated that room! It was so dark and morose, but there you were, lying in your

coffin. I approached you ever so slowly because I still couldn't get over the fact that you were dead. I stood over you and wept. I couldn't help but

think that this is my fault. He is dying because of me. The thought was heavy on my heart because such a beautiful soul died because of my childish

ways. I went to place my gold ring on your finger and to my surprise; I saw the faint rise and fall of his chest. I was so happy I wept tears of joy! I

thanked God for giving me a second chance, but that emotion was short lived when I noticed other things about him. His mask was off, but I no

longer cared. His appearance stopped having an effect on me a long time ago. His cheekbones were more prominent than ever and his face an

even paler shade of white, if that was even possible. For the rest of the night I watched over him. I waited for what seemed like days for you to

wake up. I prayed to God that He would let you stay with me. He couldn't take you away from me yet. Not when I had just realized that I love you.