The next morning Saya found herself asleep not in the Phantom's arms, but in a hotel. Around her were the police and some medical staff. They were badgering her with questions of what had happened to the Opera house. Saya broke down in tears, realizing the Phantom had left her and would probably never come back. Sometimes she'd sit at her window hours at a time, wondering if he'd return to her. And sometimes when she closed her eyes she could hear him speaking to her. The words were undecipherable and he moaned in pain, as if his heart was being ripped out by his own hand. She wept when she had heard those horrid shadows.
The days turned to weeks and every moment felt as if a year. As if black iron chains were binding her soul to the deepest fathom of an artic lake...She wept, maybe they'd freeze too! Maybe those delicate streams would freeze the whole of her pain and she'd live as an empty shell; no meaning, no life...No reason to believe that she even deserved this life. Maybe it would be best, she thought one night, for her to see the Phantom one more time. Perhaps things have blown over...Much time has passed since their last encounter; twenty years...
Now she walked along the stone walls. For the waters may have eroded them, and the vines covered them with thorns and shed rose petals, but in her mind she knew every detail. Every edge, every point...Every single scream that echoed off these walls like a reflection to a mirror. The waters, however, seemed clear and crystal; like a freshly polished and wrought diamond necklace. Yet, despite their new flow, they lured her to the silver gates; bronzed over...She brought her face to them; nothing but blackness could be seen.
Phantom, my Phantom
Oh where may you be?
For it is you I wish to see?
Who is it that dare necessitate
My lonely slumber, what for?
Have you no memory?
it is I
You lover was always and shall be
Dare my ears deceive me?
The darkness bends through the silver gates
Now into my music-ridden mind
No, no, my love...It is truly I
Come here and you shall see
I am real; this I be!
The candles seemed to flicker on within a mere few seconds. Amidst the lonesome, stone cavern stood the Phantom; thin and famished...But his beauty still shone through decades of starvation. His music was torn and strewn about the stone floors; the candle-sticks bronzed over...Saya's eyes filled with tears...
"What have you done to yourself?" she wept.
"Why are you here?" he growled as he turned away, "Leave me, ghost...My lover is dead!"
"Phantom please!" she reached through the gates; not caring if she was being burnt, "I need you...I've tried to wait for another but I can't..."
"Leave me!" he cried.
"Never!" Saya wept.
"Please..." he fell to his knees, "I'm so thirsty and I don't know how long I can stand it..."
"Let me in, please!" Saya wept. Phantom looked at her and nodded sadly...She wouldn't leave; he have to give her an incentive to leave. She ran to him and embraced him once he had opened the gates. His arms were to weak to embrace her back but somehow he found the strength to do so; he raised his hands to her shoulders. He could hear that rhythmic heartbeat in his head; becoming one with his own. Suddenly he pushed her against the wall; sucking the life from her fragile body. Unable to control his thirst he held her there; ignoring her pleas for him to stop...Then suddenly that lovely heart beat stopped.
"What have I done?" he wept as he noted her limp form in his arms. He shook her, trying to wake her up...But she wouldn't stir...He had drained her of every last drop; he had killed her. The last of his existence was now dead. Taking a dagger he ripped open his chest; pulling his heart out which was now pulsing with fresh, innocent blood. Then it all stopped and music flooded the silence of the grim lovers' tomb...there blood mingled in the water; their decaying flesh mingling with the scent of roses; the candle light with the shadows. Forevermore in eachother's arms they lied; finally complete.