A/N: This will be a two parter.
Jasmine woke up and got up out of the bed. Walking towards the Phantom.
"I remember there was mist. Swirling mist upon a vast, glassy lake. There were candles all around and, on the lake, there was a boat. And in the boat, there was a man. My Angel of music. Who was that shape in the shadows? Whose is that face in the mask? The man that has just made love to me."
She tries to take off his mask and when it went off, he stood up. He was very angry with Jasmine and covered his half side of his face.
"Dame you!" he yelled at her.
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My Phantom of the Opera
FanfictionThis will my version of The Phantom of the Opera. Inspired by my Halloween when I was dressed up as the beautiful Christine Daae and my boyfriend was my handsome Phantom for Halloween this year. This have been a dream for so long with past boyfrien...
