Epilogue
He felt her slipping away from him, felt the agony as she drifted farther and farther away from his presence, his heart thumping painfully slow in his constricted chest. What was more, she hadn't said goodbye. Indeed, that kiss was her initial goodbye, but she hadn't sung one last time for him, as he had bid her.
Sing for me.......
Her voice was nowhere to be found within his walls, walls that no longer meant anything to him. Once the boat turned the corner and he felt her gaze drift from him, he did turn. He watched her sail away to her new life, and thought he had done the right thing. He would never have been able to give her the normal life she would have craved for, or the love in which she deserved. It was right of him to send her away .... The Vicomte De Chagney could and would supply her with everything she desired, she would be happy.... forever.
Opening the pages to his Opera, Don Juan Triumphant, Erik flipped to the last page, where it seemed as though the music was finished. There was one note left to write, one note he had left off to writing, for he had thought he could live with Christine forever if he didn't write that one note. He looked at the last seven notes on the paper and finally jotted down the last one upon the chart and hummed it to himself, his voice echoing throughout the cellars, as soft and unobtrusive as candlelight.
Standing up, he moved to his throne and sat upon it, waiting for the mob to descend unto his lair. When the first footsteps fell upon the stone of his floor, Erik sighed dismally, drawing his cloak over his body, yellow eyes staring out from the shadows, until they too disappeared, the only noise being his voice, the last notes of his Opera still ringing throughout the Opera Popular.
Christine, I love you.......
The End