Two roads diverged in a yellow wood and I –
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
The Phantom sat by his music box singing to himself. Christine felt bad. To live all alone without anyone to care…no one deserved that! Even prisoners get visitors and have security guards. Yet her Angel, the Phantom, was all alone. She dropped her ring into his hand.
"Christine, I love you." Her Angel sang. Christine wanted to cry that she knew and wanted to hug him. She knew that there was no way to do this. He might just never let her go if she hugged him. If he were to die with the knowledge that he killed Christine, she knew that the Phantom would never forgive himself. She went back to the boat and got in. Raoul pushed off and they sang to freedom.
Poor, unhappy Phantom, Christine thought to herself. She heard shattering of glass behind her and cried as she finished her song.
As the years passed, Christine always remembered her Angel. She told the story lovingly to her children and grandchildren. Yet she knew that she would never forget the way he had told her that he loved her. It amazed her how two kisses could make such a difference in her life.