Phantom of the Opera- to Christine with love from Raoul
Every day, when I wake up, I feel the bed beside me, just to make sure you're really gone. The sheets are the same as they were the day you left; I couldn't bear to buy new ones. And every day, when I find an empty space, my heart breaks a little more.
The world, I have discovered, is too cruel a place for one as pure as the likes of you. Yet, every day when I am helped from my bed, I reminisce over what was, what is and what could have been. The world, I have discovered, is filled with cursed reminders of our history.
Your grave does not weather through the seasons; I have made sure of that. Every day I bring flowers to you, but no reply is received, and I whither a little more. Your grave does not weather through the seasons; I do.