Erik/Carlotta

He had achieved something that he had considered impossible. He had

given life to that which had none. He had formed a soul in a voice

that lacked even a shadow of spirit. It was understandable that he was

proud of his accomplishment. It was also understandable that she had

been grateful though she never truly said so. The notes had not been

stained with the memory of a childhood friend. The melody not soiled

by a long dead father. There was nothing else beyond the music so she

had grown. It was understandable. What wasn't understandable?

She had stayed.