You were so terribly frightened these days...The Opera House was getting out of control. Everyone was horrified of the phantom...a strange ghost...or man that frequently caused chaos for the staff.

Things went missing, props fell, people were quitting left and right...And you were terrified.

Many good things had happened lately, sure...The main primadonna was run off after a set piece nearly crushed her and you were given her leading role...and your childhood best friend and sweetheart Raoul was back in the city and coming to all your shows...But with all the chaos happening with the Opera Ghost...you were too scared to truly be happy.

And Raoul could tell...He saw how you flinched and jumped at shadows, how you lost sleep over silly anxieties, how you hated being alone...and he hated it. And he would be your shelter. You two were still just very old good friends right now...Your innocent childhood love left in the past...but he would be here for you if you needed him...And how he wished that innocent old love would be allowed to bloom again...

He sits with you now in your dressing room gently stroking your hair and back as you cling to his chest. "There,there...There is no phantom of the opera..." He says dotingly. "Nothing is going to harm you, cheri...What horrible things they fill your head with here..." He hums and gently pats your head. "You need a break, little dove..."