Once again, another chapter in the Phantom's POV

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Weeks passed and she still didn't wake up. The trauma caused on her body kept her in a deep slumber. I sat beside her, hoping she'd wake up. For the first time in the longest time, I was at peace. I felt accepted, loved, cared for, even though she was sleeping and I knew that when she woke up all would change. My heart was calling out for someone to help me, to save me, but I fear it will be one sided. My hand brushed hair out of her face and I noticed a journal on the floor. Picking it up, I saw it had seen better days. It was singed, torn, ripped, but the pages on the inside seemed in decent enough condition. Looking at the first entry, I saw the words: "Where are you now, what are you doing? Are you in this endless sky?" at the top. I decided to read it, perhaps it would give me information as to why I was having these images of Beatrix in my mind.

"My parents died last week...a fire started while we sleeping and our house began to burn. They rushed me out of the house and we were almost out when a beam fell down in front of them. My parents were trapped in the inferno that consumed my life. I heard them scream at me to save myself, but I couldn't just leave them...

I had to leave them...and I heard their screams as they died...I miss them terribly. Music has vanished from my life and I can't bring myself to even hum anymore. There is one thing that brings me comfort. I don't know why but I keep having these images of a man with an ivory mask on his face appear. His eyes tell me a story of a lifetime of solitude and despair. Mother always told me that I was the one who wished to help everyone. Maybe I could help him? But where would I start? I do not know him...or his name...Papa once said that I was his angel of music. But I don't understand what he meant. He said that my talent in piano would bring a man joy someday, but what if it doesn't?...Maybe it could help the masked man?"

I stared at the journal in silence. The fire that consumed her home caused her to be an orphan. Once a noble, now an Orphan in rags. I felt as if maybe, somehow, it was my fault. Flipping the page, I saw the words "I realized for the first time , I've lost the things that have filled my heart till now, How much you supported me, How much you made me smile". 'She's talking about her parents...' I thought, looking up to gaze at the sleeping woman before me.

"I haven't seen the image of the masked man in so long. I feel as if I'm empty now because that image was the only thing that brought me peace. If I did something good, an image of him being pleased appeared. If it was bad, he shook his head in disappointment. Sometimes I wonder if I'm just going crazy since my parents died practically before I found myself wishing to see him again...if only to rid myself of the loneliness."

'I saw her when she did something praise worthy, or scold worthy. I never knew she saw me to...I wonder...' I thought. I flipped to the next page and was met with more words on the top that summarized what the journal entry was about. "That I'd lost them was too much to consider, Even though I struggled so desperately to reach out my hand and take them back, Like the wind they slipped through, looking as though they would reach me, but did not".

"It's been a month since my parents died and the images stopped. An old gypsy lady told that if two hearts are entwined together by fate, the owner of one heart sees the other person and vice versa. I don't really believe her, but Mother always used to speak of such abstract ideas so why couldn't this be the truth? A longing in my heart has been growing to see the man...it hurts sometimes. There are times I'll be fine but an overwhelming wave of despair will bring me to my knees. I find myself crying tears that I don't think belong to me. Oh lord...I must be going insane. I wish this would stop! At night I dream of my parents and I'll go and reach out to them...only to have their images whisked away by a gust of wind. It's as if they are just dust in the wind..."

'She...felt my pain? All those nights I lied awake, in despair from her betrayal, this woman felt it?...those tears...were mine she cried...or did she cry for me?' I thought. Nothing was making sense and I soon lost my grip on reality. The old gypsy woman...was what she said true?! Turning the page, again I was met with more words. "My chest was tightened by loneliness and despair, My heart felt like it would break, But your smiling face remained in my memories, Always encouraging me"

"The man is back. I would be overjoyed, if it weren't for the fact I spent all last night crying. Despair and solitude coursed through me like the roughest waves in the speedy currents of the river. My heart was on the verge of shattering when he appeared. He was smiling to me, as if to tell me he knew what I felt and that I wasn't alone. He offered me comfort so that the tightening in my chest and the pain in my heart would subside. Even though his pain grew when he saw my tears, he didn't stop smiling. Who is the man? Is he an angel? Maybe he is the angel of music Papa used to speak of? Or...am I his angel of music? Am I bringing light to a man of darkness? Oh Lord please...just...give me a sign...I can't do this on my own anymore"

'she knows the pain I've known...but an angel like her doesn't deserve to wallow in the bowels of hell. She's not a repulsive carcass that longs for love and acceptance. Once I'm sure her wounds are better, I'll return her. I won't make myself known, but I'll keep an eye on her...and Vayne' I thought as I looked at the next page. It wasn't a journal entry, but rather...a poem.

"Let's return to those days once more

I know it will be alright this time

Always smiling at your side

Close by your side

Where are you now, what are you doing?

Are you in this endless sky?

Will you smile for me like always?

Right now, it's all I continue to ask for

Where are you now, what are you doing?

Are you in this endless sky?"

Looking at her once more, I placed the journal by her and quickly looked over her wounds. In the weeks she has been sleeping, they all healed up nicely. Some bruises remained but they too would heal in time. Gently scooping her up in my arms, I walked towards the gandola. Pushing it off the bank with my foot, I got in and laid her down gently before rowing to the other shore. I was going to leave her in the old Prima Donna's room, her old room. Once I made it to the two way mirror, I opened it up and walked into the dusty room. The room hadn't been touched since the incident. I placed Beatrix on the bed and then put her journal next to her with a single red rose beside her as well. Turning around, I began to leave when I caught my reflection in the vanity mirror.

'...' I had forgotten my mask and in a sweep of my cape, I fled from the room and hastily shut the mirror on my way back to my lair. If she had woken up and saw my face...

Author's Note: Please review! The song I used is the english translation to 'Dear You' by Yuzuki. No flames please