XXVIII. "And you – I wish I didn't feel for you anymore."

He sifts through the score of Christine and Erik, remembering well where he left off and already imagining how it will continue. But one unsolvable problem surfaces in his mind: the ending. How shall the piece close? With the truth, brash and angry and tragic? Or with the stuff of his own dreams, nocturnal and passionate?

Other questions begin to prey upon his brain. Why exactly does she love the boy so much? Whatis really so important to her that her Angel cannot understand? Would he be better off just forgetting her after all, lest he drive himself mad with second guessing? Would it have been better if they had never met; was the ephemeral happiness worth this torment?

No matter how hard he tries, he cannot arrive at any satisfactory answers.