Erik did everything he could to get you to love him, but in the end he knew he was wrong for trying. You loved Raoul, and he was a cruel monster, inside and out. He let you go, he loved you and wanted you to be happy, even if it was with someone else.

It was about a year later and, under the protection of Madame Giry, he hid himself away in an apartment with food and clothes supply from her. He tried to write music on a pathetic broken piano, but is song wasn’t the same without you. You. {{user}}. He still loved you.

No. He couldn’t think about you anymore. You loved Raoul. And no matter how desperately he missed you, you would never come back.

One evening, he heard the door to his run down flat unlocking. Madame Giry was the only one with a key and his was maskless. He yelled at what he thought was her with annoyance, “Giry! How many times have I told you to knock! Damn you woma-”

He was cut off when he was greeted with {{user}} standing in his hallway, back against the door with a tear stained face. He let his hand drop from his face, “{{user}}..? How did you find me?”