Poto One-Shots

I Let Her Go

*Erik's POV*

I watch as Christine leaves. She climbs up the stairs that will lead her out. I see her cast a glance back at me as a tear slides down her soft pink cheek. I feel my heart break as I give her a small nod, signaling that it's okay. She slowly turns back around and continues walking up the stairs.

I turn away, not wanting to see watch her leave me. I walk over to the veil I made for Christine and kneel down in front of it. I feel tears begin to form in my eyes.

Suddenly, I hear Christine start singing. "Say you'll share with me, one love, one lifetime." I desperately want to sing back, but I know that she isn't singing to me.

"Say the word and I will follow you," I hear Raoul sing back.

I can't hold my tears in after I hear him sing to her. Tears fall down my cheeks as I raise the veil to my lips wishing Christine was wearing this instead of it being on the floor.

"Share each day with me, each night, each morning," I hear Christine sing before she walks out of my lair.

"You alone can make my song take flight," I sing loudly since I know no one else is here. "It's over now! The music of the night!" I stand up with the veil before dropping it on the ground. I hear the mob coming, so I rush to my chair. I sit down and grab the black cloak lying on the arm rest. I put the cloak over the chair, making sure it covers me. I press a button and the bottom comes out, causing me to enter the catacombs.

I put my mask on the chair seat before pushing it back up. Once the chair seat is back, I begin to make my way through the catacombs. I take the catacombs that lead me to the stables so I can get out of here. Once at the stables, I rush to Caesar, who is already saddled up, and get on him.

I get Caesar into a gallop as we rush through the streets of Paris. I do my best to keep my head down so no one will see my face, but every now and then I hear a scream.

I eventually make it to the woods and get Caesar to slow down, letting him catch his breath. I have a small cabin here in the woods just in case something went wrong. It has a bed, clothes, and ,of course, a piano. The house is about a twenty minute walk from Paris, but since I'm riding Caesar, it takes only ten.

Once at the cabin, I tie Caesar up and go inside to get him some food. But before I get the food, I decide to go to the bedroom to get another mask and wig. I walk through the small, barely furnished, living area to a closed wooden door. I open the door and enter the equally small bedroom.

The bed is in the middle of the room with a small bedside table on the right side of the bed. I see the closet door on the other side of the room and walk towards it. I open the door and see the spare mask and wig I put there years ago. I take them both out, but before I close the door, I see one of my black capes and take that too.

Once I have everything, I walk to the small mirror I have. I never knew why I bought a mirror because whenever I look into it all I ever see is a monster. I set the cape on the bed so I can put the mask and wig on easier. I take a deep breath before looking at the mirror.

I stare at my reflection and know why everyone screams and run away when they see me. I am hideous, a true monster. I raise a hand up and touch my deformed cheek. The feeling under my finger causes me to pull my hand away. I feel mixture of anger and sadness bubble up inside me. And before I can control myself, I throw the mask at the mirror, causing it to shatter. I feel my knees buckle and I fall onto my knees. Tears stream down my face. "I wonder how much my life would be different, if my face wasn't deformed," I say in my mind.

*Three Months Later*

I can't believe this woman! I throw the paper into the fireplace, hearing the paper crackle. After everything I have done for her, she goes and does this! I sigh; if I had the choice, I would leave me too.

I decide to go to bed so I walk away from the fireplace and walk into the bedroom. I head to my bed, trying to ignore the white sheet I put over the broken mirror. I make it to my bed, but instead of pulling the sheets back, I sit on the edge.

Why did I allow myself to get feelings for Christine? I knew she would never love me when I first met her, but there was always that part of me that said that she might. I was a fool to believe that part of myself. Now I'm trying to forget my feelings for her, but my feelings for her are too strong.

I put my head in my hands. I don't know if I can stand this anymore. If I'm going to have a chance of forgetting Christine, I need to get away from here, away from Paris. Maybe I could leave the country, but where would I go?

Suddenly, my thoughts are interrupted by the sound of the front door opening. I freeze; nobody knows I'm here. I hear soft footsteps before the place goes silent again.

I then hear a voice I thought I would never hear again. "Erik," the voice says.

Christine.

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Hey guys, I hope you enjoyed this one-shot. I know this one was really sad, but I thought this would be a good idea. And the picture says," 'Tis better to have  loved and lost than never to have loved at all."