Erik est mort
*^*^*^*^*^*^**^This a very small continuation of Erik's 'after'life, when Christine has left him and that fateful obituary appeared in the paper... Disclaimer: I don't own Erik, the Phantom of the Opera, or anything therin. I really really REALLY wish Erik lived in my closet and gave me singing lessons, and sometimes I REALLY do hear him in there, but he still belongs to other people like Gaston Leroux (even though he's dead...) and just other people in general who are not me *^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^
There is a heaven.
And even after all I did, all the pain I caused, all the lives I'd ruined, even all the sin I'd committed. I am still here.
There is no one else here with me, except my childhood friend that I thought long gone.Sasha. It seems animals do have souls.
I did not believe in heaven, or even God. Perhaps some merciful spirit saw all the pain I had been in, such an agony of suffering.! Perhaps this merciful savior saw and took some care to see that my soul went somewhere special. I do not know if God exists, for I have never seen him nor his angels. But I am never hungry here and it doesn't hurt anymore and there are no mirrors and if I reach up and touch my face, there is no mask and the skin feels just like any other person's on the street. I like that, being able to reach up and touch my face and feel the breeze caressing and sun gently kissing my flesh.
I have a piano and an organ and a violin and paper and pencils and books and music.There is a cupboard that seems endless, for whenever I open it, what I desire is inside. I do not know if this heaven, but.
I was so angry back then. I hated myself, hated my mother, hated Raoul.Ah, yes! Him I hated most of all, his good looks and charming.normalcy. He would have given Christine a wonderful life, hadn't I interfered.But I did, and knowing that he could have given her much more simple happiness than I.that nearly drove me mad. In the end, I realized that I loved Christine.much more than any mortal could fathom.but by then I had stopped counting myself as one of those weak creatures of the day.I had realized that I loved her enough to give her away.to freely give her away to the man who loved her, and the man she would have loved if it hadn't been for me. I'm not angry anymore.
There is a pool in the middle of this bright place, a pool that never looses it's stillness no matter what I do to it's surface.This pools shows me what I wish to see, and most of the time I wish to see Christine. I walk over to that pool now and stare at its glasslike surface. There she is.cradling our child.she is so beautiful, that I cannot even compare her to anything of earthly beauty.only say that her presence would dim the brightest star, and her voice would put a nightingale to shame. And Charles, my boy.he is the son my mother never had. My father's name was Charles, and that was to be my name until they saw my hideous deformity. Mother never told me, of course, but I found out, one way or another. I found out.
Christine will be joining Sasha and me soon, it seems. The birth was hard on her, and she doesn't look at all well. I wonder if she will be here with me.or will she be in another pocket of heaven, waiting for Raoul and what she thinks is their son? Only time will tell, and time is all I have now.
*^*^*^*^*^*^**^This a very small continuation of Erik's 'after'life, when Christine has left him and that fateful obituary appeared in the paper... Disclaimer: I don't own Erik, the Phantom of the Opera, or anything therin. I really really REALLY wish Erik lived in my closet and gave me singing lessons, and sometimes I REALLY do hear him in there, but he still belongs to other people like Gaston Leroux (even though he's dead...) and just other people in general who are not me *^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^
There is a heaven.
And even after all I did, all the pain I caused, all the lives I'd ruined, even all the sin I'd committed. I am still here.
There is no one else here with me, except my childhood friend that I thought long gone.Sasha. It seems animals do have souls.
I did not believe in heaven, or even God. Perhaps some merciful spirit saw all the pain I had been in, such an agony of suffering.! Perhaps this merciful savior saw and took some care to see that my soul went somewhere special. I do not know if God exists, for I have never seen him nor his angels. But I am never hungry here and it doesn't hurt anymore and there are no mirrors and if I reach up and touch my face, there is no mask and the skin feels just like any other person's on the street. I like that, being able to reach up and touch my face and feel the breeze caressing and sun gently kissing my flesh.
I have a piano and an organ and a violin and paper and pencils and books and music.There is a cupboard that seems endless, for whenever I open it, what I desire is inside. I do not know if this heaven, but.
I was so angry back then. I hated myself, hated my mother, hated Raoul.Ah, yes! Him I hated most of all, his good looks and charming.normalcy. He would have given Christine a wonderful life, hadn't I interfered.But I did, and knowing that he could have given her much more simple happiness than I.that nearly drove me mad. In the end, I realized that I loved Christine.much more than any mortal could fathom.but by then I had stopped counting myself as one of those weak creatures of the day.I had realized that I loved her enough to give her away.to freely give her away to the man who loved her, and the man she would have loved if it hadn't been for me. I'm not angry anymore.
There is a pool in the middle of this bright place, a pool that never looses it's stillness no matter what I do to it's surface.This pools shows me what I wish to see, and most of the time I wish to see Christine. I walk over to that pool now and stare at its glasslike surface. There she is.cradling our child.she is so beautiful, that I cannot even compare her to anything of earthly beauty.only say that her presence would dim the brightest star, and her voice would put a nightingale to shame. And Charles, my boy.he is the son my mother never had. My father's name was Charles, and that was to be my name until they saw my hideous deformity. Mother never told me, of course, but I found out, one way or another. I found out.
Christine will be joining Sasha and me soon, it seems. The birth was hard on her, and she doesn't look at all well. I wonder if she will be here with me.or will she be in another pocket of heaven, waiting for Raoul and what she thinks is their son? Only time will tell, and time is all I have now.