Disclaimer: I don't own Love Never Dies nor do I own Phantom of the Opera
I can't believe she's gone. It was not supposed to happen. I was six years older then her. I thought for sure I would go first. I loved her. I always have loved her. Since I was fourteen and I dove into the ocean to get her scarf I knew that she was the only one I would ever love.
She was only a little girl at the time but I saw the woman within her. We became friends. She was one of those girls you could never get mad at. I used to call her Little Lottie. I tried to ignore the fact that I loved her but soon she got older. I went to college and tried to forget all about her but it is impossible to forget about Little Lottie.
After I came back from college Little Lottie was no longer little. She was ChristineDaaé the beautiful woman who was an amazing singer. She was a wonderful person who at the age of eighteen had finally become a woman. It was a long fight but I finally got the love of my life. Our son was born less then nine months later. He was premature but strangely he was a large baby weighing 5 pounds 7 ounces. We were very blessed.
Stress came into our life that year. I started drinking to relieve the stress. When I drank it would make me angry. I started becoming verbally abusive and I started hitting Christine eventually too. She and I would have terrible arguments. I remember her saying she didn't understand what happened to me. I had become as ugly as the Phantom was.
I argued that a lot of men got mad. She retorted that they don't get mad three times a day. I would feel awful every time and I tried to stop drinking but the alcohol was controlling me. I would stop. Things would go well for awhile. I would gamble. I would lose money and start drinking again.
The problems would start all over again. At one point Christine threatened to leave me. Now she really did. I have lost her and I have to give my son to the local orphanage. I'm not capable of raising him. I will only hurt him like I hurt Christine. I kneel down to kiss my Christine goodbye one more time and say a few final words to her.
"You will always been my Little Lottie," I told her, "I will always love you. You're the person who lit up my life. I loved you from the moment I laid eyes on you. Lottie I never meant to hurt you. I didn't know what I was doing. I didn't know who I had become. I hope you know from heaven that I do love you and you can forgive me for... for being as ugly as the phantom."
Christine was different. She never cared about being different. It never bothered her. I thought in America we could get a brand new start. Because of my foolishness all we got was the end. Impulsively I take a pistol from my jacket pocket... the one I was going to use to kill the phantom, put it to my head and pulled the trigger. There was a moment of pain and darkness and then I saw my beloved Christine; all my suffering was over and my eternal life just began.