Sometimes I close my eyes and I can leave my body. I take a step outside my self and I watch. I want to fight, scream, and shake her, me, so hard. I have no mouth and I cannot scream, but I do, and it means nothing.

Christine is crying, her head is on my lap and all I can do is watch. She's a complete wreck and she comes to me for solace, comfort, to hold her hand. She is sleeping with the man I sacrificed my humanity for, and she comes to me for advice on how to better their relationship.

And I do and I will always be there for her. I just close my eyes, leave my body, this world, and I can help her. It is easy to help someone when you are empty, have no emotions, but are a shell of what you are.

I cannot bring myself to hate her, fault her, or deny her. She is a beautiful confused, manipulated creature. She lost her father, music, her ability to live, and He gave it back to her. She fell in love with life, music, art, and herself again.

I will not stand in the way or take that away from her. It may have started off as a lie, but it is so much more than that now. It's real, He is her Angel of Music, of Love, of Life.

My part is irrelevant to all of this. I simply do not exist. I walk through this world, but I am not among them. My mother said I was a dirty, unclean, unknown, unthing. I never quite understood what she meant, but now I do.

Meg Giry stopped existing the night she let Him take her, and in her place, I was born. I have her face, her memories, her heart, but I stopped being Meg, and someone else took over.

Christine, sweet beautiful Christine. I wish I could have her touch, her scent, just for a day, to know what it would be like to be wanted, needed, craved, desired.

What is it like to be enough? To be the main option, the main event, the entrée. Is it warm where you live? I walk the dark side of the Sun, and she is ever bathed in the light. Apollo has blessed her and forgotten about me. Did he ever know me? Perhaps not, perhaps never and no one does.

Sometimes I wonder If I do even exist.

You cannot hate someone for being in love. Love is precious. It keeps humanity on the right path to light. It is the shield and sword to ward off hate.

Christine loves Him and I will not stand in the way, I refuse. Love keeps the world going. I just want her to be happy, to smile, and I do not know what to do.

I hold her hand, sing to thee of love, kiss her forehead and wish her well.

They are good for each other. You gain something from your partner if the relationship is right and they do. She got the zest for life back, and my love has someone who inspires Him, drives Him,

He rose from the depth of darkness and death to be with the living, to rejoin the world. He is no longer content being the Phantom, he broke the chains of misery and self-loathing.

He creates again. He has passion that he lost so long ago and it's because of her, and I thank her every day for that gift.

I will never make Him happy and that's why I have to go. If my continued presence is keeping them stalled, I will go.

It's with love that I do this. It's for the best.

Meg checks herself in the mirror. After a moment she turns and leaves the room. Meg walks towards the door and walks out. She walks down the steps, and onto the sidewalk.

She has no destination in mind, no thoughts, she just is. She walks where her feet are taking her and she does not look back, does not question. She is gone.

Charles didn't understand the phone conversation, but it didn't matter after hearing her name. He dropped everything, literally, he was a job site, he ran to his car and raced to the hospital. Why Meg listed him as her emergency is beyond him, but it does bring back certain warm feelings.

He ran down the hall and found her room. She is still. He runs up to her and he hugs her, she does not respond. She says nothing, does nothing.

He snaps his fingers, calls out to her, nothing. The lights are off and no one is home.

"I'm sorry." Meg watches Charles attempt to reach Meg. She walks around to his side.

"I can hear you."

"Meg, wake up, it's me, Charles, remember? Chuck? We were going to write that musical about grilled cheese sandwiches. You know I can't do it on my own, I have no skill with choreography for the dance numbers."

Meg's Shadow laughs.

"That's what you say? You can do it on your own. Sorelli can help you."

Meg stands in front of her body.

"This is the end, isn't it? I have gone completely. It is all I can do to help you."

Meg starts to leave, something is calling her, a bright yellow shroud of light, it's warm like the sun.

"I love you, you stupid bitch, I've always loved you, how dare you just give up!"

Meg turns.

Charles shakes her body. He kisses her and then pulls her close. He's crying.

Meg watches him.

Meg feels the pull and—

"Charles?"

Meg is back within herself. She looks at the man in front of her.

"Meg." He holds onto her.

"I heard you." She says so far away. She sees it, watching in different directions. He pulls away.

"You called me. I heard your voice."

She looks at Charles, as if for the first time, the last time. She stares, looks, sees into his eyes, she reaches out to touch his face. He holds into her hand.

"Mother!"

RC runs into the room, pushes Charles out of the way and kneels in front of her.

"Uncle's radio, I knew they were talking about you. What happened? Did they give her drugs? Is she home?"

He snaps his fingers and then slaps her.

"Ow."

Charles nods and leaves the room, while RC speaks frantic to his Mama.

Charles is pulled back to the waking consciousness. The knocking on the door is unwelcomed, and obnoxious. He intends to yell, to be violent as he can be when he opens the door, but all of that is kicked from him.

Meg, holding a bag, is on the other side.

"Can I stay?"