The opera plays through my mind as I walk the city streets. Where had I gone wrong? Everything was perfect. The role was made for her. Pieces of a once missing puzzle finally fit into place. She, Christine, was my muse. Now…now everything is gone. My dreams are shattered. I never knew one person, one little girl, was capable of causing so much pain. My mind can bear it no longer; I must go drown my sorrows with the few things I have left in life. My music, opium, and booze.
The streets have been kind to me. My supplies are endless.
A few needles and drinks in and my thoughts have become muddled. They seem not mine. A strange urge has come over me. A feeling of numbness I have never felt before. This must be what it is to die. My body, this living corpse shall be naught but a corpse, a true one that no longer breathes the stale air. My requiem plays through my mind. The beautiful music that plays shall be heard to no ears but mine. With one last great crescendo, I breathe my last breath.