As always, I don't own anything. This is loosely based off of the song My Immortal by Evanescence, though it really doesn't tie in that well. *shrugs*
A/N: This is my pathetic excuse at angst. Don't say I didn't warn you.
Raoul stood atop the roof of the Opera Populaire. He stared blankly at the swirling snow around him, noting vaguely that this was exactly when and where he'd comforted Christine a few years ago. He smiled bitterly; that hadn't worked out as he'd hoped, had it? It had just been a childish dream and she had broken him soon after, leaving him for places unknown. She had wanted away from the opera, the phantom, but most of all, Raoul. He had broken then, but pulled himself back together with sheer willpower.
He continued funding the opera house but avoided people for awhile. Then the phantom, of all people, had searched him out. Their relationship had gone steady for another two years. Raoul found himself content; he could even go so far to say he was happy again. Erik had proven to be just the person he needed, and vice versa. Then, only a week ago, Christine had returned.
She always ruined everything, didn't she? He loved Erik; he could no longer deny it. But when she returned, and Erik began ignoring him in favor of her... Then, the final straw had been tonight, hadn't it? He had hoped all week that it was nothing, that Erik was his, but he'd always known. Erik didn't love him. He loved Christine.
He had gone to visit Erik in his home, something he hadn't done in a long time. But he had been worried, damn it! The phantom had recently become rather distant from him, hardly seeing him and even avoiding mention of Christine when they did speak.
What he found had crushed him. Christine had apparently made her way down before him, for when he arrived it was to find the two in a lover's embrace. He had immediately felt angry, but then common sense took over and he was only sad. They hadn't seen him coming in; he knew by now how to avoid Erik's traps.
So he stumbled out quietly, silently cursing Erik and especially Christine. He couldn't fix himself again; not this time. This time he truly had been in love. There was no repairing the shattered pieces of his heart; he felt like a part of his soul had died.
Now, only a short while later, he stood on the roof clad in only summer clothing. He had started shivering ages ago, but clenched his hands into fists to stop himself. He was far too gone to care anymore. What did it matter anymore? He had been betrayed.
He sighed and drew his sword, staring at it for the length of a moment. "You are always in my thoughts, Erik," he whispered painfully. Then, swiftly, he dove the sword into his arm. He hissed at the deep wound and watched as the blood ran its course down his arm.
He dropped to his knees, clutching his arm close to his body. Already he felt weak and dizzy. Tears finally began their descent and he screamed to the heavens, ready for it to end.
"Raoul, you fool!" a stern voice called distantly, "I love only you!" Raoul smiled hazily as Erik rushed out of the opera house and to his side. He reached up with his good arm and placed his last will in the hands of his lover.
"I love you, Erik," he mumbled, "That's why... Please, be happy with Christine." Erik's eyes widened in understanding, but before he could reply, Raoul was dead to the world.
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