Hey everyone! I decided to write a second chapter for "The Letter and the Rose"! So, this is for Sue Raven who wanted to know what the letter said.

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Dec.18, 1917

Dear Angel,

When I was a little girl and lived in the picturesque lands of Scandinavia, each night my dear father and I would sit by the sea as the sun set. Papa would play the violin and tell me tales of the Angel of Music. The Angel would come to those who were woeful and grieving. Those who would hear the Angel would lift their heads up to the heavens and hear the sweetest most divine music. I was enthralled by this mysterious Angel whom my father spoke of. One spring evening, I asked papa if he'd ever heard the Angel of Music. He shook his head sadly and said, "Alas, my dear child, I have not......but as soon as I reach Heaven someday, I promise I shall send the Angel of Music to you!"

As I held my father's hand, crying as he died, my heart broke. I felt empty and afraid and so very alone. That evening, in the chapel, I had cried to my father to send me the Angel of Music he promised. Then, I heard your divine voice singing to me. I thought for sure that it was my Angel. Your music helped heal the hole in my heart that my father's death had caused.

Over the years, I clung to my Angel's voice. I loved that celestial voice that would sing beautiful songs in my head.

The evening of the gala, when you brought me to your home beneath the Opera House, I was confused and sad and ecstatic all at the same time. I did not understand why my papa didn't send me the Angel I had been promised, but at at the same time, I was thrilled that my teacher was a living, breathing man...

I've felt so much more for you than I have for Raoul. Do not take my words wrong, I do love my childhood friend and I wasn't at all unhappy being the Countess de Chagny. Though, what I feel for him is just a simple, childish kind of love. I think that maybe I never loved Raoul more than that of a sister loving her brother... I felt passion for you, you aroused feelings in me that I'd never felt before... Though alas, I was frightened. No, not of your face, never of your face. I was so young and afraid of the depth of the feelings you had for me, which I hope you still have. I was not blind to the fact that you were dangerous, because I knew you would never hurt me. I believed and still believe, that you have a good heart. I do not blame you for the crimes you've committed. Society has shunned and hurt you all your life. They never heard the beauty of the music you created or saw the good you were capable of.

Now, as I lay here dying, I truly believe with all my heart that, in a peculiar way, you are the Angel of Music papa sent me... I wish I could have shared each day and night of this lifetime with you, mon Ange... Know that you are loved, loved with all my heart.

Au Revoir,

Christine Daaè