The Miserable Lives in His Past (on hiatus for awhile)

Chapitre Trois

Hounded out by everyone, met with hatred everywhere, no kind words from anyone, no compassion anywhere...

    -France, 1842, ~ Cosette's P.O.V. -

    When Erik turned 6, I heard of a travelling circus that was looking for acts. I hated to do it, but I knew I had to. By then, Erik was convinced that I loathed him, that there was no love in my heart for him.
    I reached out for information on the travelling circus. I knew my son would be tortured, but he would be tortured worse living with me, knowing his mother hated him, even though she didn't. So I sent him away. I felt like the worst mother in the history of mothers. I felt absolutely horrible. I cried for days. I never stopped wondering what happened to my baby.
    I often heard news about the Opera Ghost and that whole scandal. I knew that the O.G. was Erik, my son. I heard all about how he fell in love with the famous Christine Daaé, and how she was engaged to the Vicomte de Chagny. Eventually, I read that Christine left the Vicomte to be with my son. I knew that my son's life was becoming better than any life I could ever have given him. Christine filled the hole in his heart that I created when I chose to hate him.
    One day, Erik and Christine found me. I was old and dying then. I let them in and explained myself to them. Erik told me I was a good mother and I couldn't believe my ears. And then I died. I looked down on him alongside my former acquaintances and watched him. He was distraught, but he had his Christine to comfort him. I knew that he would be okay without me. My life's purpose was now complete.

Author's Note: this is the end of Cosette's POV. The rest is Erik's POV of the entire story, and then Christine's POV of the entire story. Not every other chapter. I hope you guys enjoy it!