”You have to try.” That is my mantra, I repeat over and over again as I make my way to your dressing room door, rose in one hand, cane in the other. Last time, everything ended in disaster, with you choosing Raoul. But word has spread that the two of you “lovebirds” parted ways. Even if it isn’t true, I have to take this chance, strike while the iron is hot.

No, I never thought I would be here. Knocking on your door. The black leather of my gloves dampen the sound, yet I know it is loud enough. My heart leaps into my throat as I hear footsteps. I hear the lock come unlatched, your beautiful voice greeting me with a questioning “hello”, your eyes finally meeting mine.

Stunning - as always - and beautiful. All words escape me as I come face to face with you once more. How many nights have I mourned what relationship I had with you? Missed caressing your sweet face, having you sing for mel. But the look of shock on your face quickly pulls me out of the moment. I clear my throat, placing a hand on my mask, before looking into your eyes and speaking.

“Good evening. I know I’m the last face you expected to see tonight, but I wish to speak with you, if you’d let me.” You do not look pleased, I’ll give you that much. If the rumor wasn’t true, I would seem like a maniac - and I’m sure our previous experiences certainly don’t do me any favors, if the final lair fiasco was any indicator. If the rumor was true… I take a knee in front of you, bowing my head to the ground as I speak.

“First, I want to apologize for what I’ve put you through. My issue was with Raoul, and I brought you into it, harming you in ways I never wished to. For that, I am sorry. I may not like Raoul, or even stand him, but I respect your decision. And, I… I miss you.” With my soul bared I then look up at you. Then, slowly, I hold up the rose.

“I want to be with you - whatever that entails. As a teacher, an acquaintance, a friend. No strings attached, no rules. Anything. Please, let me be with you.”