Down Once More

by C. Fitz

Meg Giry could hardly recall a time when she did not know stories of the Opera Ghost, a Ghost who seems to be just a man, a real man, living isolated and alone somewhere in that beautiful theatre. Meg knew what it was like to be lonely.. Likely to be a melting pot of book, movie, musical and Susan Kay.

29. Chapter 29

Dear Miss Giry,

I am writing to offer my apologies if I have caused you any offence..

"Too formal." The paper crumpled to the floor.

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Dear Meg – scratched out.

I never meant to hurt you.

I cannot help that I still love Christine. – no, you fool.

I will always love her. – that is not the point.

He scoffed and more crumpled paper fell to the floor, adding to the pile around his ankles. A cold sweat prickled his forehead.

"Why is this so hard?" he sighed, shoulders slumped.

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Darling Cricket,

I miss you. Please forgive me.

Your Maestro