TWO SOULS
Prologue
Marguerite Giry was eighty-two years old when she died. She had seven children, three very much grown and even with grand children.
She died quite painlessly in her sleep, from old age.
Her old husband created a beautiful funeral for his beloved wife. Her funeral was attended by most of the upper crust of all the respectable Parisian Society. She was laid in a crypt big enough for the both she and her husband to be together, even after their end.
After the funeral, the count du Barrie never wore any color except black. He never went to any more smart parties. He existed on her memory alone. It was a solemn and uneventful life for him after Marguerite, but he seemed content with mourning her until he died- five years later.
Her children and grandchildren, even great grandchildren, all mourned the loss of Marguerite.
They visited her grave on her anniversary, and during some tough spots in a marriage or trying to discipline little Jacques because he simply refused to study his arithmetic, her family often recalled her memory and wondered what she would do in this situation.
Yes, though in death, Marguerite Giry somehow remained alive.
Erik the Opera Ghost was thirty years old when he died. He drowned himself in the lake underneath the Opera Populaire, but no one really bothered to find out why he committed suicide.
They were much too busy trying to memorize lines and choreography than they were confused on how this man ended up in the Opera house anyway.
No examination was made on his body, and nobody cared much either way anyway.
They returned the body to the cellars of the Opera Populaire after they found no family or social connections.
No one mourned over the loss of the Opera Ghost. No one remembered him. No one asked for his advice. No one gave him a place to rest. No one even gave him a funeral.
Though different though these two people seem, I'm about to tell you that they were not so different. Maybe if they had met, they might have understood each other.
They might have been special to each other. But since they never properly met, the girl settled for a loveless marriage (on her part), and the boy fell madly in love- and sadly, never recovered.
She was his downfall.
So you see, the two had more in common than what had first met your eyes. You see, there was something missing that they both desperately wanted.
Love.
Yes, both desperately craved love.
One once had an abundance of love, while the other sadly never experienced it at all.
Yes, they both missed love.
And in that big absence, they both felt irreplaceably incomplete.