I am sorry, Erik.
I know you probably do not want to believe that. While you are watching Raoul and I leave your house by the lake, you probably think that I do not care about you.
But I do. I do care for you, and the fact that you have been shunned and mistreated by our cruel world has never ceased to disturb me. Your actions scare me, though. You kill without a single thought and destroy every obstacle in your way. First it was Buquet, then the chandelier, then Piangi, and tonight you almost took the life of the man who was only trying to protect me from your violence.
Your miserable eyes still penetrate into me as Raoul and I journey back home. I look back a few times, wondering if I have made the right decision. It is inevitable that Raoul will give me a life brimming with love and warmth, but I have left you all alone, with no other human being to understand you again.
I never meant to hurt you Erik. I certainly care about you, but not in the way you care for me. No matter how many people you kill or how many performances you destroy, I will never be able to return the love you feel. I wish I was able to just so I could see your cold, dark eyes reflect some happiness for once, but I know it will never be.
I am sorry, Erik, and I hope that somehow, someway, you will forgive me.