Hey everyone, this is my first thing I've written on Fanfiction. Please no flames, but I do appreciate reviews that help me make my writing better. If you don't like this short little fic then don't read it. Hope you all enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not own Erik/Phantom he belongs to Leroux and Andrew Lloyd Webber and all those other important amazing people.

Erik's POV

I stood there watching her leave, wondering, just wondering what I could have done differently. Then I remembered there was so much that I couldn't change. I caused her pain, hate, suffering, and freedom. I loved her, but she was not mine to keep. How could I have possibly wanted to force her to live in agony and heartbreak for the rest of her life by staying with me forever? Though I still prayed somehow she would change her mind and swim back to me...but she never came back. In self-hatred and anger I had went for the mirrors they were what reminded me of my face, my horrible face that would never go away and would drive even the kindest person away.

As I sit in the dark waiting for the mob to be finished with destroying my precious belongings, I am thinking of the first time I met Christine. She was crying in her bed in this very Opera House, I sung to her quietly and she had stopped her crying and slept peacefully. I had came to her every night after that, comforting her and later on teaching her my music. My music...the only thing that never betrayed me and had never left me. It had never cared about my face, never screamed in horror, and never...never questioned my thoughts or me.

Instead of sitting here in misery I should move on, but I can't it's not as easy for me as it could be for her. I knew since the beginning I was not an Angel, but I had gotten her hopes up of any connection to her father being there. I could never take that back, and I should have never said yes, when she asked if I was her father's Angel of Music.

Then I remember the hurt on her face only a few hours ago, seeing her shock and pain as I threw the noose around Raoul's neck, ready to kill the boy. But I couldn't the sadness on her face, the forced smile as she walked towards me, and the kiss that was not truly meant for me. That kiss alone awoke me and I realized I couldn't keep her, I just couldn't. I gave her the freedom she longed for and in return she left me with the ring that I had taken from her, as a remembrance of her. I didn't need her ring to remember her, just her voice, and smile. Her voice alone, I will never forget her angelic soprano voice singing her heart out to all who listened. Her voice is what will keep me alive and going. Christine will never be forgotten to me for she is the one rose in the bouquet, without thorns, the one who I will always pick to wrap a satin ribbon around and give to another someday, someday when I find someone else who was as special to me as Christine Daae was.

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Lonely Phantom of Darkness