He left us all behind. He left us with a mask. A white piece of porcelain to remind us of the Phantom that was once there. I caress it like the face of a lover. How could he leave and forget the world he left behind? Was Christine's affection worth so much, when I would kill to be looked on in love by him? It's not fair and tears blur my eyes.
"I will find you," I whisper. "I will find you and I will never give up."
We are lovers all alone in our own ways. Fools in love.