Christine
I gaze at what was once my home, and my life. My friend resided there, my loves-both of them- were there, and my motherly figure was there. And I am not. I had to give up the life of the Soprano for the life I chose to lead. But I don't know if I really chose it. I tried to choose Erik. Not that I don't love Raoul, but that's a romance sort of love. My love for my Angel was deeper, more of a need then a want.
But when I did, I chose what would be best for us all. Raoul would live, and Erik and I would be together. I'd miss the Vicomte, truly, but I needed Erik in a way that I didn't need Raoul. Why couldn't anyone understand that? Was it so hard to believe that I needed both men? And I admit that choosing between them tore my soul in two. But I can never have Erik.
My cruel fate- to want what I can never have.
A/N: If people ask for it, I will do ones for other characters. If no other are requested, then this last in the Thoughts Series.