Erik's point of view
I heard the front door close, and shakily stood up to see what happened.
I growled as i saw my personal compostition book laying on the floor, open to a song.
"Gustave? What is this here for?" I called out.
He came to me crying.
"S-she j-just lef-ft!"
"Who did, darling?" I asked.
"Mother, and now Trixie! They always leave!" He wailed.
I glanced down at my book, and saw the old song it was opened up to.
"No no no no no no!" I cried out. It was my book with all of my compositions about Christine.
"Where did she say she was going?" I asked him, desperatly.
"Am-merica, Papa. T-to her h-home." He stammerred out.
I let out a string of words no one should ever say.
Trixie lived on Coney Island. I had promised to never return there.
But I would, for her.
For my love.
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Angel Of Music
Fanfiction**This story starts after love never dies. After Meg shot Christine, she ran off, not knowing her friend died. Erik was left with Gustave, and is now trying to peice together their shattered lives. Raoul's drinking problem landed him in jail, and n...
