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Chapter 5
Erik's Point of View
I was watching from my usual hideout; box five. It's dark up there during the day, a perfect hiding place. The new ballet girls came in today, and as usual I see if any more talent has graced this place. The Paris Opera house is lacking some of that at the moment.
The prima donna is worse than before! If that is possible. But then there had been Christine… Christine! How could I forget? She was back! My heart fluttered when I heard her voice in the old dressing room. But what she had said… her cold voice filled me like the bitterness of a graveyard.
'Stay away from me… away from my family…' the words hit me as easily as if she had slapped my deformed face. She was older, so much older then before. It made me love her even more. But I was her angel! I gave her voice its wings! I know I have done wrong, but must I repay my mistakes for the rest of my bitter existence? I don't know now how I hang on through the days. I honestly cant see how I have lasted this long.
She had had no wedding ring on, I guess after she told the Viscount what we had done he kicked her onto the streets. Ironic; that's the way things seem to be now, just ironic, as if nothing really has a point that it just happens. That what the way it had been with Christine, it had just happened. I hadn't seen her since.
She never really had wanted to leave with the Viscount. She told me she would grow to love him. I never believed. She wanted a taste of happiness before it was washed away completely. I couldn't blame her. I never blamed her for anything. Most of it was caused by me; the burning of this place, almost killing the Viscount, hypnotizing Christine, The Phantom of the Opera, it had all been me. Christine had been an unfortunate victim, but I still loved her. I always have and I always will. Until I die.
I can't show myself again. I can't be the Opera Ghost anymore. I have simple become a fable, a myth. That is the way it must stay. To the world, I must be dead. But this girl, this dark haired girl of the new ballet, she did not know of me. She is trying to take a stand with Calla, what a big mistake. A foolish girl.
She has no father? How unfortunate. A daughter needs her father. Who should know better then myself? I saw what happened to Christine. I wouldn't want to see that happen to another young woman. I have seen this girl perform she has potential.
Calla said something, what I could not tell but the girl responded. She nearly broke the woman's arm! Calla was much larger then she! The girl had spirit, and she had strength, but that would not save her from Calla's wrath.
Ah, the fop steps in to save the day, how enchanting. The point of me being here is gone. I thought I might see Christine. I just want to see her again. I want to see her happy. When I saw her she looked as if she had been sick for so long, like she cried herself to sleep every night. I just wanted to see her smile again. I guess she stopped smiling after she left. Now she was back and as I would find that night, she cried and she cried often….
That was Christine's and my world now, tears….