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The year was 1919, and the cold winds of winter whirled around the figure as he made his way through the trees. He was the Phantom of the Opera, and it was far too risky to be seen here, in the graveyard by the Opera Populaire. Someone might recognize him, remember him for all the crimes he had made and lives he had stolen. Regret filled him as he thought of it, of the times he had killed. He had been selfish and self-pitying then. He had been on an unending quest to win her love.
Christine
Even the thought of her name sent agony through the Phantom's heart. He had watched over her on and off throughout the years, but watching her living her days in bliss with her husband Raoul, and her children, it became too hard for him, and he had left. It had been nearly twenty years since he had last returned to this place. The only reason he came here now was to pay his respects for those he had killed. Joseph Buquet. Piangi. Perhaps even the man who had beaten him as a child, if he could be bothered to remember the man's name. It was a small thing, leaving a rose on their tombstones, but it was all the Phantom could do to show his remorse.
He made his way through the graveyard, searching silently for the names he seeked. There. Joseph Buquet. The Phantom leaned down, and laid a rose down on the tombstone. A black ribbon was tied neatly into a bow on the rose. His mark. He sighed, and turned away from the tombstone. He began to search now for Piangi.
He searched and searched, and was about to leave and try again another day, when a new tombstone caught his eye. No, it couldn't be. The Phantom approached the tombstone, tears of horror welling in his eyes. The tombstone was only two years old, and the person it belonged to had been dubbed, "Countess De Chagny. Beloved wife and mother." But that wasn't what had caught the Phantom's eye. It was the picture above that. A young woman in her prime. The most beautiful woman the Phantom had ever seen. And the name above that. Christine.
"NOOO!!!" The Phantom screamed inside his mind. He couldn't force his mouth to move. He was frozen to the spot, paralyzed with horror, tears spilling down his face. All he could do was stare at the gravestone of the only woman he had ever loved.
Finally, the Phantom forced himself to kneel down at the foot of her tomb. He fingered the rose that he had been saving for Piangi's grave, and set it silently down onto Christine's grave. Then, after second thought, he took off the ring he wore and placed it on the rose. The ring he had given to Christine when he forced her to be with him, and the same ring she had returned to him when he had let her go. He had worn it for the rest of his life, thinking always of her. And now she was dead. He pressed his hand against the tombstone, and sang softly, "You alone can make my song take flight. It's died with you, the music of the night."
After kneeling there for hours, the Phantom forced himself to stand up, and turn away from the tombstone. He kept walking and walking, but he turned to glance back once. Three men were now standing at Christine's gravestone. Two young men that the Phantom did not recognize, and an older man that the Phantom knew far too well. It was Raoul, Christine's husband. Raoul was carrying something. The Phantom crept closer, hiding behind gravstones, to see what he was carrying. It was one of the Phantom's old posesions, a monkey with symbals sitting on top of a barrel. Strangely, he felt no resentment at Raoul for having it. Christine was gone now, and she had had a happy life with Raoul. There was no reason for the Phantom to hate him anymore.
Raoul leaned down and laid the monkey down at the foot of Christine's grave, then stood up again. The Phantom watched as he sighed, then made as if to turn away. Then he stopped. His eyes were fixed on the rose that the Phnatom had left. Raoul finally lifted his eyes, and gazed at the gravestones where the Phantom was hiding. The Phantom knew he was too well hidden for Raul to see him, but Raul almost seemed to be staring him in the eyes. Finally, the Phantom could bear it no longer. He turned and ran from the accursed place, ran from the past, ran from the grief that threatened to choke him.
Christine
Even the thought of her name sent agony through the Phantom's heart. He had watched over her on and off throughout the years, but watching her living her days in bliss with her husband Raoul, and her children, it became too hard for him, and he had left. It had been nearly twenty years since he had last returned to this place. The only reason he came here now was to pay his respects for those he had killed. Joseph Buquet. Piangi. Perhaps even the man who had beaten him as a child, if he could be bothered to remember the man's name. It was a small thing, leaving a rose on their tombstones, but it was all the Phantom could do to show his remorse.
He made his way through the graveyard, searching silently for the names he seeked. There. Joseph Buquet. The Phantom leaned down, and laid a rose down on the tombstone. A black ribbon was tied neatly into a bow on the rose. His mark. He sighed, and turned away from the tombstone. He began to search now for Piangi.
He searched and searched, and was about to leave and try again another day, when a new tombstone caught his eye. No, it couldn't be. The Phantom approached the tombstone, tears of horror welling in his eyes. The tombstone was only two years old, and the person it belonged to had been dubbed, "Countess De Chagny. Beloved wife and mother." But that wasn't what had caught the Phantom's eye. It was the picture above that. A young woman in her prime. The most beautiful woman the Phantom had ever seen. And the name above that. Christine.
"NOOO!!!" The Phantom screamed inside his mind. He couldn't force his mouth to move. He was frozen to the spot, paralyzed with horror, tears spilling down his face. All he could do was stare at the gravestone of the only woman he had ever loved.
Finally, the Phantom forced himself to kneel down at the foot of her tomb. He fingered the rose that he had been saving for Piangi's grave, and set it silently down onto Christine's grave. Then, after second thought, he took off the ring he wore and placed it on the rose. The ring he had given to Christine when he forced her to be with him, and the same ring she had returned to him when he had let her go. He had worn it for the rest of his life, thinking always of her. And now she was dead. He pressed his hand against the tombstone, and sang softly, "You alone can make my song take flight. It's died with you, the music of the night."
After kneeling there for hours, the Phantom forced himself to stand up, and turn away from the tombstone. He kept walking and walking, but he turned to glance back once. Three men were now standing at Christine's gravestone. Two young men that the Phantom did not recognize, and an older man that the Phantom knew far too well. It was Raoul, Christine's husband. Raoul was carrying something. The Phantom crept closer, hiding behind gravstones, to see what he was carrying. It was one of the Phantom's old posesions, a monkey with symbals sitting on top of a barrel. Strangely, he felt no resentment at Raoul for having it. Christine was gone now, and she had had a happy life with Raoul. There was no reason for the Phantom to hate him anymore.
Raoul leaned down and laid the monkey down at the foot of Christine's grave, then stood up again. The Phantom watched as he sighed, then made as if to turn away. Then he stopped. His eyes were fixed on the rose that the Phnatom had left. Raoul finally lifted his eyes, and gazed at the gravestones where the Phantom was hiding. The Phantom knew he was too well hidden for Raul to see him, but Raul almost seemed to be staring him in the eyes. Finally, the Phantom could bear it no longer. He turned and ran from the accursed place, ran from the past, ran from the grief that threatened to choke him.
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3. You got the entire soundtrack after seeing the play only once
4.
Or perhaps never seeing it at all!
5. Either way, the whole thing's on your iPod.
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The opera house was once elegant a place but it was no more. It's beautiful music silenced by the flames of the fire. You had followed your father to the scene hoping to get some first hand evidence for your newspaper article. Of course being a woman at this time, the article wouldn't even be read let alone published. But it was still worth a shot. You arrived outside the doors of the opera house.
"What a wonderful place this would have been" you thought to yourself not knowing that what you had said was spoken rather loudly and everyone around you ha
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The poor phantom discovers that his Christine has died. The idea to use a song in here comes from 's story here: [link] Thanks for the idea.
Just a warning. You will be seeing much Phantom of the Opera fan art with me.
EDIT: Did some editing for mispelling.
Just a warning. You will be seeing much Phantom of the Opera fan art with me.
EDIT: Did some editing for mispelling.
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Recently watched the movie for the first time in many years. I tend to think that after the Phantom left the ring and rose behind at Christine's grave, he went off somewhere to die.