A/N: I think I am going to cry. All of you are probably like, "You are on crack." I don't know why I am going to cry, but I think I am. You just get so attach to your story and you know it's yours. YOU wrote it, unless you plagiarize someone's story which isn't good. Now this part is going to be in third person like the prologue. Well here you guys go:

Emily and Erik had run away that night. They had run to London, never to return; leaving all thoughts of the life they knew before. Erik had written a letter to Helen explaining that he was following his heart and that the engagement was off. Helen kept silent to the grave, she never told what she encountered or about the relationship between Erik and the mysterious Phantress.

They had two beautiful children Chelsea and Alexander. Chelsea grew up to become one of the greatest singers the world has ever known, singing for the queen and king of England at His Majesty's Theater. Alexander grew up to become a great composer like his father.

Emily and Erik shared a life of happiness and there was never a day that went by that Erik thought how lucky he was to have Emily. Like the gypsy woman said their love was stronger than any love that was ever known. They have both been on long journeys. They have both lost people they once loved, but in the end they both knew it was destiny that brought them together.

Now it was the year 1919; the day of the auction at Opera Populaire before they begin to fix the opera house once again into its' former glory. After the auction, the elderly Baroness Nightingale ordered her driver to take her to the cemetery. She had unfinished business to attend to.

As she rode to the cemetery, tears began to stream down her old, wrinkled, face. The man she had loved with all her heart was now waiting for her in heaven. "Madame we are here." Her driver said.

"Thank you Christopher." She said while he helped her out of the automobile. She walked slowly to the gate. She felt as if had been only yesterday her beloved was buried here. It was time to say her final goodbyes to her husband before joining him. She began to sing:

You were once my one companion,

You were all that mattered

You were once a friend and angel,

Then our world was shattered.

Wishing you were somehow here again,

Wishing you would reappear.

Sometimes it seems if I just dream

Somehow you would be here.

Wishing I could hear your voice again,

Hoping that one day I will

Dreaming of you won't help me to do,

All that you knew I could!

Passing bells and sculpted angels,

Cold and monumental,

Seem, for you, the wrong companions

You were warm and gentle.

Too many years fighting back my fears,

Why can't they all just die!

Wishing you were somehow here again,

Knowing we mustn't say goodbye!

Trying to understand

Teach me to fly

Give me the strength to try!

No more hiding, no more silent tears!

No more hoping you would be here!

Come back to me…

Come back to me…

"My love, you made me promise you something that I will never be able to forget. I knew some of you still belonged to her. I love you with all my heart and soul and I will keep my promise and not let you down." She whispered as if her beloved was truly there. She heard an automobile pulling up, so she quickly took out of her pocket a bright, red rose with a black ribbon tied to it. And tied with the black ribbon was a ring. She gently placed it on the Vicomtesse De Chagny grave.

She then hid behind a statue to see who had come to mourn a deceased loved one. And that's when she saw a man she had known since childhood, the Vicomte De Chagny. He looked older than he truly was, being pushed in a wheelchair by his maid. The Baroness smiled knowing that the Vicomtesse, Christine Daae, was loved, not only by her husband, Raoul, but also by the Baroness's husband as well.

He then slowly stood up and began to walk closer to the grave. She could see that he was silently crying while he place the magical music box, that had not drifted away from their memories. He knelt down in the snow looking at the picture of his wife when she was young. He gave a smile, looked around the grave yard one last time, before spotting the rose. He gave a small smile, as if he was at peace with the Baroness's husband, Erik. They both knew that Christine and Erik's love would never die.

Raoul sat down in his wheelchair and had his maid push him back to his automobile. Baroness Nightingale slowly walked out of her hiding place. Their lives had changed forever on that faithful night. Raoul glanced back one last time to spot her looking at him. She gave a small smile to him, in which he had return. He turned his head back to face forward.

She walked over to Erik's grave. There was a beautiful picture of him and her on their wedding day. They had been so happy for all those years they were married. "You were good to me Erik. I love you will all my heart and soul. We will stay forever this way. I promise you. You are safe in my heart, always. Fare well my angel, for now." She said.

And with that Emily Nightingale left; putting the past into a book called, "A Forbidden Love", for it had been a forbidden love until Erik had made his choice to be with Emily. She had found the man behind the monster, she had found Erik.

Only a few months later Emily Nightingale passed away in a peaceful sleep. She had been dreaming about her Erik and that was more than she could have ever asked for. We will never know if the story is true of Emily House and Erik Nightingale, but legend has it, in the lair beneath Opera Populaire you can hear the Angels of Music sing:

Say you'll love me every single moment
Lead me through life
Say you'll want me with you here
forever
anywhere you go let me follow you

Love me, that's all I want from you.
Let me be your voice, forever.