They got along pretty well. They both missed Christine and found a lot more in common. Before they knew it, ten years had passed. Then twenty, then thirty. On the thirty-ninth year anniversary of Gustav coming to live with Erik, they received a letter... from Raoul. It said Christine was dying and that she wanted to see them. "Come to the house," it ended.
They caught the next coach to Paris, where Christine was begging to see her baby and angel once more. They came in and saw her condition. She looked like Death itself. Gustav approached her bed and said, "Mother? It's me, your baby. Erik is here as well."
"My love. I am so glad you came back. I needed to see you again before..."
"Don't say it. Please." Gustav couldn't bear to hear it.
"Erik!" she called out.
"I am here, my angel."
"Sing once more to me, please."
"I shall." He sang Music of the Night. As he sang, her eyes closed and she died right there, hearing her angel sing her to the rest and peace of death.
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Gustav attended the funeral. Erik did not. He said he would come after and for Gustav to wait for him to be done. While he waited, he went to his grandfather's grave.
Erik said, "Why wasn't it me? I know you loved me, angel. Our son is growing up to be like you more than me. That's good for him. I want you back. I want you here with me. It's truly over now, the music of the night." He placed the rose and engagement ring on her grave. "Keep this. I won't need it anymore." Erik left and went to find his son so they could go home.
I fixed it to make myshadowspirit happy.