Disclaimer: I don't own Erik or any of the characters I make reference to in this story. How joyous and boring these disclaimers are. If I didn't have to do them I wouldn't. Very short story that I'm sure sucks but I'm a little depressed so I have to dispense my feelings somewhere…

Such Love Is Cruel

Loving someone who didn't love you back was an agonizing task, it was the worst torture, and the only thing that could be worse than loneliness, self-hatred, and worse than death itself. It was a pain that would never go away, not in a thousand years and it was a wound that would not heal, not even after a thousand loves came after it. It was a scar, that was always visible to ones self, a scar far worse than those that plagued Erik's face.

True love. True love was a joke, a cruel joke made for the simple task of ripping one's soul apart. Nothing in this cruel world is true, no. Nothing. A tear ran swiftly down his pale cheek as he dwelled on these thoughts.

He walked slowly down the halls of the abandoned Opera house at a steady pace pausing only for a brief second at box number five, still empty, just as all the others were now. The Opera Populaire was over, done with, never to echo the sounds of music again. Not even his.

It was love that had brought such pain and suffering to his life and love that kept him from leaving the Opera house. Love, forever would torture his soul with the every simple memory of Christine. His life in the years past had been nothing but one memory blurring together with each new approaching day.

Finally he reached his lair. His friendly organ seemed to wave at him from thee other side of the room. His organ, which was his only true friend, who graciously, shared with him music. Music, his only true passion. It was now that he sat and began to write a song that would be the only thing that for once would show the anguish that screamed in his soul. He sat and the song poured out of his fingertips.

I haven't been around enough to know,

But things sometimes just must show,

For if true love waits around the bend,

For there my heart stays and mends.

True love breaks my only soul,

Kills it,

Trills it,

My heart now must pay the toll.

In darkness weeps my memory,

Crying,

Sighing,

It sings in summary.

I haven't been around enough to know,

But things sometimes just must show,

For if true love waits around the bend,

For there my heart stays and mends.

True love tour my soul apart,

Scaring,

Tearing,

Every part.

Love's despairing truth speaks to me,

Unmerciful,

Impersonal,

Kills so slowly like a dying tree.

I haven't been around enough to know,

But things sometimes just must show,

For if true love waits around the bend,

For there my heart stays and mends.

Her twisted beauty,

Forever mine,

Dies with laughter,

In my mind.

And with this last note a last sentence was uttered upon a last breath, "True love is cruel," he whispered, "It tears apart the soul…" And with that he died, but in his heart still lasts the never-ending love for a girl long since past.

Author's note: Sorry about the song, I wrote it myself but on a lighter note I feel a lot better!