Madame Giry
I sat at my desk, pondering the events of the past days. It was all a bit much. What was worse, I knew it was to happen. I saw it coming months in advance. Erik was a dormant volcano, just waiting for his day to erupt. Christine was a sweet, innocent child. However, I am a believer that there is no one with such innocence, she fully realized what she was doing to the man, and she just didn't have the strength to stop. I don't mean to say she was a terrible wench, just a misguided and confused soul. Despite Erik's downfalls, and yes there were many, he intrigued me. A genius he was, and a mind of his caliber can not be shut away from the world. Try as he might, and as the world around him tried to, it was just not possible. I truly believe that there is a very fine line between genius and insanity. I had known of Erik for many years. I had grown accustomed to him, even looked forward to his notes, his voice in my ear, and his tedious requests. In any case, now this man, whether heaven sent or devils spawn, was lying down below my office somewhere. In my wretched heart, I knew I had to go own there and deal with his remains. I had known Erik for to long to leave him there to rot. I had yet one thing to do; I had to finish writing my Meg.
Dearest Meg,
I have gone to attend to some matters concerning these past events. Enjoy your vacation. I have let the managers know of my intentions, and have informed them that I will be back when the opera resumes in a months time.
With Love, Mother
Gathering my things I readied myself for the long voyage down to the cellars.
I sat at my desk, pondering the events of the past days. It was all a bit much. What was worse, I knew it was to happen. I saw it coming months in advance. Erik was a dormant volcano, just waiting for his day to erupt. Christine was a sweet, innocent child. However, I am a believer that there is no one with such innocence, she fully realized what she was doing to the man, and she just didn't have the strength to stop. I don't mean to say she was a terrible wench, just a misguided and confused soul. Despite Erik's downfalls, and yes there were many, he intrigued me. A genius he was, and a mind of his caliber can not be shut away from the world. Try as he might, and as the world around him tried to, it was just not possible. I truly believe that there is a very fine line between genius and insanity. I had known of Erik for many years. I had grown accustomed to him, even looked forward to his notes, his voice in my ear, and his tedious requests. In any case, now this man, whether heaven sent or devils spawn, was lying down below my office somewhere. In my wretched heart, I knew I had to go own there and deal with his remains. I had known Erik for to long to leave him there to rot. I had yet one thing to do; I had to finish writing my Meg.
Dearest Meg,
I have gone to attend to some matters concerning these past events. Enjoy your vacation. I have let the managers know of my intentions, and have informed them that I will be back when the opera resumes in a months time.
With Love, Mother
Gathering my things I readied myself for the long voyage down to the cellars.