Summary: This is a monologue I did for Language Arts class and I thought it was well made. So I decided to post it.

It is Erik's final farewell to Christine.

The Last Note

Christine,

I know we parted ways on terms you would rather leave in the past, I must agree, yet I can't seem to truly say good bye. I feel alone. I continually drown my sorrows in music if only to escape the reality there lack of your sweet presence.

Never will I see happiness shine in your bright eyes. Never will I hear the soft laughter when you play nor the clarity you possess when you speak to me words of kindness; of course that was before the "incident". Then there is your voice. Singing will always be a passion you will pursue, this I know, and that, my dear-pardon me, madam, is going to lead you to greatness.

Do not fret. I will no longer pursue you knowing you are in a happy marriage. Only know that I will always hold you dear in my broken heart. You are the light to my darkness.

Your dark angel,

E

Carefully, I place the letter into the envelope. I sigh. The love of my life, my savoir to my dark kingdom, ran off with her love, leaving me here to rot in this godforsaken country. Perhaps it is better for her to be with someone other than this living carcass; at least she is not with that fop, though I wonder everyday why she did it. Why did she leave me? How could she not choose me? I would go into a rage but I lack the energy to do so, instead I wait.

I hear Madam Giry coming at my request. She is the only one to come to my bleak abode. She calls out to me. Her ballet feet carry her all over the manse, echoing in the silence. I answer. She comes to the door of the room I am currently in, the music room.

The grand piano I sit at has not been touched since …then. Music that once filled my thoughts with beautiful melodies now has all but disappeared as well. She took my music with her. The white walls befit my current mood. Nothing else is in here. Dust has collected on the cover on the piano.

"Are you sure?" she asks, appearing at my side. Her eyes show pity as I hand her the precious package. I do not and have never wanted someone's pity. No, I have never freely shown weakness and I intend to not begin now.

I straighten my poster, turning away from her. "Quite, I appreciate what you are doing," I say in a detached tone, I hardly recognize my own voice. I wave her off with a gesture of my hand.

"It is alright if you cannot let go yet," she says as if conversing with a child.

"I do not believe there will be a time when I can," I lightly muse, granting myself a small smile. "I will not sulk. No…I will simply remove myself from her life." She departs without words of condolences, I wouldn't accept them anyhow.

"Good Bye Christine," I say to no one in particular as I watch the woman take my last words to my love.

She vanishes from my sight. I never do see her again, I do not expect to.

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~Darkness reins for its Night Princess