As Erik lay dying, he thought how blessed he was. He was somewhere around eighty years old and he had lived a good life. Surrounding him as his soul left his body were the beautiful people in his life, Scarlett, Arietta, Aria, Cadenza, Melody, Gustave, Clara, Raoul, Raoul II, and Christine. He loved them all so much.
His broken soul could be healed and it was.
Now it was time to see the woman who had begun to heal it again. With one last peaceful breath, Erik Destler was dead. He felt pleasant as he saw bright lights and finally as he saw his savior, Meg, running toward him.
"My darling, where are we?" he asked, "Surely, you aren't doomed to suffer the fires of hell."
"Neither are you, my darling, look how beautiful heaven is and look at your face!"
Erik ran a shaky hand over his face. He couldn't be in heaven. His deformed cheek couldn't be smooth. He was healed, both inside and out.
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Healing a Broken Soul
FanfictionWhat happened to the Phantom after the lair? Where did he go? What did he do? Well, he finds his way to NYC with Meg and Madame Giry only to continually face sadness and rejection that is until he opens his heart to the one who has always been there...
