Author's Note: I dunno...I feel bad for the Phantom. Tear, tear.
ONLY HUMAN
Angel of Music...
Opera Ghost...
Pitiful creature of Darkness...
Phantom of the Opera...
It's what they call him, but not what he is. No. He is none of these things.
He is a man.
Only a meremortal man.
And as he watches her abandon him, his heart--his very real, very human heart--shatters mercilessly.
He has been enigmatic.
He has been alone.
He has been this way because it has been safe for him.
He wishes he wasn't just a man...so he would never be exposed to this.
He would never feel this pain if he weren't human. If he were just what they thought he was.
The Phantom...
The Ghost...
The Creature of the Night...
The Darkest of Angels...
He longs to fit into their molds. He would give anything to live their lives of wanton abandon. Half of his face, grotesque and misshapen, already has molded into the role of these creatures of horror.
It is his heart--his very real, very human heart--that refuses to change. And it is that heart--that real, human heart--that shatters as she leaves him.
Closing Notes: Yeah. I just feel really, REALLY bad for him. Poor guy...sniffle
