A/N: I want to offer my hearty thanks to everyone who has read this story, especially those who have blessed me with reviews. I hope you all enjoyed, and that you'll check out some of my other work. -- Chels
Epilogue
Gaston Miford returned to Paris after that momentous falter. He shut himself into his chambers for many days and nights, not speaking to anyone until one morning, when he came to breakfast and told his wife he was retiring. She was pleased.
Erik and Christine were wed several years later, once both Erik and Christine's worries and fears were put to rest. They lived eighteen years more in comfortable harmony, loving each other in every way possible before Erik passed away. Christine never told him what she'd heard the day the inspector had come.
Christine never forgot him, nor her first betrothed, and went on loving them both even after her death thirty six years after Erik's. They were buried with very small ceremonies in a small patch of land near the sea.
Of the three of them, neither Christine, Raoul, nor Erik had known until their deaths that their paths had been destined to cross long before they were even born. Erik caused Raoul to risk everything for the one he loved, committing the ultimate act of bravery. Raoul caused Christine to learn that two people can share your heart, in two very different ways. Christine caused Erik to learn to love and realize that he could be loved in return. Upon Christine's death, everything between them was at peace.
Though no one knows who or how or why, if one were to visit that beach at night in that small sea town south of Kalmat, some swear you can hear, if you listen closely enough, the resonating echo of two angel's voices perfectly entwined.
Fin