It seems that I got there before Raul did. I'm proud of my self for that.
I gave my Angel a rose. A beautiful red one, with a black ribbon tied around it. Black is so morbid I know, but I am a morbid person, and it was a morbid day. I sat at her grave for the longest time. No body saw me. No body was there…
I cried. I leaned against her grave and I cried. I cried for her, and I cried for myself. For what could have been. For what should have been.
She should have been my wife. She should have lived with me! I was the one for her! Ha… what am I saying? The choice was obvious. Him. But Raul is a cold hearted bastard! Could she not see that? No. Of course not. Her eyes were clouded. She said I deceived her? No it was him with his false charm and good looks.
I may be old in years… but my body still yearns for a woman's touch. I have only been touched by so few. It's depressing… some one like me whose mind is only on love and sex. There is no sexual gratification when you live alone.
I left my Angels grave when I heard an automobile come toward the grave yard. I figured it would be Raul. I went back to my home under the Opera House... to find somebody waiting for me.