All Right! I'm gonna write a pointless one-shot for the Phantom of the Opera!!! Yey!!
Dedication is to my friend Katie E. whose obsessed with the movie/broadway play and if it wasn't for her I wouldn't of cared about the phantom that much. Consider it an Early B-day present!!!!
Don't own much execpt for a few band Tee-shirt
When I first heard her sing from deep within my lair I was smitten with her.
When I saw face I never wanted to look away.
When I saw who she was attracted to jealousy formed in the pit of my stomach.
When she fainted and fell limp in my arms my heart nearly stopped beating.
When I placed her sleeping form in my bed ever so gently I felt as if I could watch my angel forever.
When she pulled off my mask for the first time my fear of her rejecting or laughing at me made me shove her away. Something I, now, sencierly regret.
When I sent the letters declaring she sing and the flop leave her be I hoped they would abolige.
When they wouldn't let my angel sing I did something unthinkable.
When they kissed I felt like someone ripped something out of me. And I silently wished I was him.
When I saw her mourning over her deceased father I felt the need to wipe away her tears and bring her back to me.
When I looked upon her beautiful form at the masquerade I felt like a million butterflys had been logded in my stomach. Until jealousy once again killed them as I saw the engagement ring around her neck.
When she was in front of me singing perfectly in tune and as beautiful as ever, I knew she was the one I wanted to spend the rest of my life with.
When she took off my mask a second time, revealing me to the crowd I felt both angered and betrayed.
When that bastard came to take her away from me again rage pumped freely through my viens.
When I saw her brown eyes cry I felt a slight tinge of remorse for what I was about to do.
When she said she hated me, though, that feeling dessipated.
When she kissed me I was shocked, not knowing what to do until she pulled away.
When she kissed me again I was more than happy to respond to my angel's wishes.
When I let her save him I felt defeated and broken as the tears trickled softly down my face.
When she looked back at me I had the urge to push him off the boat and run off with her.
When she caught me breaking down near my Monkey playing the cymbols in his persian robes I felt happiness emerge from within.
When I confessed my love to her and got no reply except a ring I had forcefully made her wear I felt like my world had shattered.
When I broke the glass to run away I couldn't help but feel alone.
I left my mask in case she came back, but I know she never would.
When I found out she had passed a part of me had passed with her.
So as I lay this rose on her tombstone I put the beautiful diamond encrusted ring on it and tie it in black lace.
I burried the part of this broken man, that had died with her, with her.
I hope I will die soon too. I can't take this pain of her not by my side anymore. So as I grab this knife and thrust it into my chest a cold smile plasters itself on my face as the darkness comes.
At least I won't be alone anymore.
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Love ya,
SuperJGirl5