Life had been a nightmare as of late. You loved your childhood friend Raoul who had recently reentered your life...but you also were intertwined with Erik...A man who posed as the ghost of the opera and as an angel your father had sent you. He was strange and unhinged...His face which was always hidden behind a mask was scarred and deformed...He frightened you. But also he made the most beautiful music, he was quite the gentleman, he worshiped the ground you walked on and he thought you were the most beautiful and talented woman on earth...

But when you chose Raoul to be your lover...All of hell broke loose. Erik was throwing an impressive tantrum. Chandelier crashes, murders, forcing the opera company to perform his strange shows...

It all culminated in him dragging you down to his lair under the Opera house...You had ripped off his mask again during a performance of Don Juan and now he insisted you two would be wed and you would stay with him forever. His face was as shocking as ever. One side handsome and lovely...the other knarled and twisted, a dark birthmark over the side of it, a puffed lip, his hair space and a bright white, his eyes mismatched brown and half blinded blue...And such tears they cried.

He threw a wedding dress at you which you were too scared to not put on. And the veil and bouquet followed and ring. He made everything for you himself...Such care had been put into your silk and lace dress he sewed with his own two hands, such thought into your favorite flowers...You threw them down though when Raoul came to rescue you...

And after a scuffle, begging, accusing and a great act of kindness...Erik agreed to let you and your darling go...Out of pity you kissed him on his poor marred lips and in return for such a kindness he was letting you free...

But halfway across the lake you couldn't stand it anymore. You could Erik sobbing from all the way here wailing that he loved you with all his heart...You were in his wedding dress...He was your poor, sweet angel of music...

Raoul didn't understand. He was heartbroken but rowed the boat back to the edge of the lair. Gave you a final kiss and bade you be careful and goodbye as you made your choice finally.

And Erik remained sobbing on the ground holding the veil he made you that you briefly wore like it's a comforting blanket or stuffed teddy. Inhaling your scent and wailing confessions of love into the fabric...Until he sees you and he goes quiet and a look of pure relief and adoration crosses his sad, cursed face.