I hope that you have enjoyed reading this story as much, or more, as I have enjoyed writing it. I am a recent Phantom fan and it's all thanks to my living obsession, the very talented and charming Gerard Butler. It was his portrayal of the Phantom that gave a soul to my Erik. Based on this and on the various readings of the many Phantoms that have been written about, I went to sleep one night with a doubt circling my head.
I knew of the Phantom's feelings for Christine, and I knew of her confusion. I also knew how I would have wanted the story to end. But how did it start? What made Erik feel the way he did? How did Christine come into his life? But most of all… Why did Christine's father, being the poor violinist that he was, have such a marvelous and fancy grave? (LOL… Okay, okay, I admit that was joke! But it really did bother me until I wrote some sense into it.)
The morning after my dream I woke up with a new found knowledge, I knew how it all started. Or at least, I knew how I would write it! And there it is, with a couple grammatical errors due to my desire to post as soon as possible, but there after all. The story of a ghost, of a dreamer, of a man in love, and a fallen angel.
The story of a love!
Thank you,
Paty
