Poto One-Shots

Gone

*Just a warning ahead of time, this story is going to have a ton of pheels which may result in tears. You have been warned. Also this is Gaston Leroux's phantom*

Erik's P.O.V.

I thought once I got her, we would love each other and be together forever. I imagined Christine pregnant with our first child while we discussed baby names. I can still see us having a picnic in the woods with our children chasing butterflies or picking flowers, while we watch. I imagined seeing us together with our grandchildren running around us while we talked with our children. But I knew that would never happen now because my Christine is gone.

Christine and I were married on June 24th, but the day wasn't as good as I had hoped. For about two months, we barely talked to each other, we each slept in different rooms, and my lair was basically silent, no music was ever played or composed. After about two months of no music, I thought I was going to go insane so I decided to start composing a new song.

I walked out to my piano and saw the black and white keys covered in a thin layer of dust. Grabbing a rag and a pile of blank sheet music pages, I walked over to my piano and wiped all the dust away before sitting to begin composing. The minute I began writing music, I got lost in it, like I always do. I had forgotten how much I love music. But while I was composing, I had forgotten that my music was able to hypnotize Christine.

I was so engrossed in composing that I didn't notice that Christine had walked into the room, hypnotized, until I felt a hand on my shoulder. I stopped playing and saw Christine standing behind me with a... smile on her face; I couldn't believe that she had a smile on her face. "Please," Christine said," Don't stop playing keep going." I smiled and continued composing as Christine sat next to me. By the time the time the song was finished, Christine's head was resting on my arm and her big brown were gazing up at me. "That was beautiful," she said. That was three months ago and that was when our marriage began to become a loving one.

We began spending more time together either by writing music, singing, or just sitting together and reading books. Christine began sleeping with me every night in our room. And one day, one I'll never forget, she kissed me and told me that she loves me; that day will forever be embedded in my memory. A month later, Christine told me that she was pregnant. I began to think that my life would be perfect, but a monster like me never gets a happy life.

About a week after Christine told me that she was pregnant, she began getting sick. At first we just thought it was morning sickness, but she began to get worse, soon becoming too weak to get out of bed. I began to get worried so I got a doctor to see what was wrong. The doctor did all kinds of tests on her and found out that she has a rare disease that is slowly killing her. That was when my world began to stop; my only love was going to die. No! I had to believe that she was going to live; so I began doing everything I could do to try to keep Christine alive, but in the end it did nothing.

On the last day of Christine's life, I was by her bedside holding her hand when she suddenly said weakly," Erik." I looked at her instantly and held her hand with both of mine.

"What is it, Christine," I asked worriedly.

"I don't think I can hold on any longer," she said before coughing.

I felt my eyes begin to water, but I pushed them back. "No, Christine, you're strong," I said. "You're going to live and we're going to raise a family together and we're going to grow old together."

Christine gazes into my tear filled eyes as tears begin to form in her eyes. "Erik," she says, holding my hand a little tighter. "I can't. I want to live and make a family with you and grow old together, but my body can't take much more of this. I wish that I could go back and start our wedding all over and show you how much I really love you. I should have realized sooner that you love me more than anything else in the world and that you would do anything for me. I just wish I realized that sooner and pushed away all the negative thoughts I had about you sooner, as well." By the time Christine stops to catch her breath, we both have tears running down our cheeks. "I hope you know that I love you more than anything else in the world. When you became my angel of music, you helped me through get through all the bad days, all the times I was sad, and all the times I was confused; you were always there. And I am eternally grateful for having the amazing honor of meeting an angel like you."

I held Christine's hand tighter as more tears streamed down my face. "You have no idea how much you mean to me, Christine," I said. "You are my reason to live. I loved you ever since the day I saw you. I knew that I would never get an angel like you to love me, a monster, but I tried. And then I forced you to marry me and I knew then, that you would never love me, until that one day when I was composing. That day, I began to realize that my feelings for you were so strong and then when you began showing me love, I thought my life would be perfect and you would be there with me every step of the way. But now, you're leaving me and I don't know if I can go on without you."

I laid my head against our clasped hands and began to sob. I then felt Christine's other hand pull my chin up so that I was looking at her. "Erik," she said with a quavering voice, "Please promise me that you will never give up, no matter how hard it gets. Promise me this."

"I-I p....pr....promise," I choke out between sobs.

"Thank you," Christine breathes. "Can you do one last thing for me?"

"Anything," I say.

"Will you kiss me before I die?"

Tears stream down my face as I lean down and press my lips against hers. I feel Christine place her free hand on my mask as her other hand gently squeezes mine. As we kiss, I begin to feel her life drain away. Eventually, her hand goes limp in mine and her head moved away. My Christine was dead and I buried her the next day.

About a month later after Christine's death, I decided to read a book with glass of red wine. But as I began pouring the wine into the glass, my hands began to shake, causing it splash everywhere. Once placing the bottle down and picking the glass up, all the thoughts about Christine and her death flooded into my mind, causing me to drop the wine glass. After dropping the glass, I fell to my knees and began to sob. "I need you, Christin," I cry. "I don't how much longer I can live without you." I then rip my mask off and stare at it. "If it wasn't for my hideousness, this probably would have never happened. Why was I cursed with this ugliness?" As I continued to sob, I suddenly felt a presence in the room.

I looked down and saw a white dress. And when I looked up, I saw Christine. "Is this a dream," I asked.

"No," she said in her angelic voice.

I suddenly couldn't contain my emotions. I put my head in her lap and began to cry, feeling all my tears coming out. I felt Christine place her hand on head to comfort me. "I don't know if I can keep going, Christine," I sobbed into her lap. "I can't live without you; there's no point without you."

"Erik, you have to stay strong," Christine says. "Remember that love is always there, even in death. Always know that I love you and that I miss you every day." After Christine said that, I felt her place a kiss on the top of my head and then she was gone, again.

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Hey guys. Even though it was sad, I hope you enjoyed it. I just saw that picture and thought of this one-shot. Sorry for the pheels , if you experienced them becaused I did while writing this :)