The Phantom of the Opera: A Kite with a Broken String

Remember that smoggy day in Paris, when Christine met a gentleman wearing a mask. He had the air of a mature man, and a voice as intoxicating as an angel's.

He gave her lessons, teaching her breathing techniques, and turned her from an unknown girl into a prima donna. Christine felt the warmth of family in him and believed he was an angel of music.

But that night, she accidentally knocked off his mask. His face was horribly disfigured. He was no angel, but something more like a devil.

When the guards arrived, Christine finally learned that he was the Phantom of the Opera, a killer who had taken countless lives.

"You betrayed me. You will never deserve my love."

He burned the sheet music and disappeared into the darkness without looking back.

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Many years later, Christine returned to the opera house, her lavish dress trailing behind her.

Now a noblewoman envied by all, she lived a life of luxury and no longer had to struggle to make ends meet.

A poster went up at the Paris Opera House, and chandelier number 666 was raised once more.

The Phantom, concealed in the shadows, appeared again, leading her into the depths of hell and putting a golden wedding ring on her finger.

His love was deep and sorrowful, obsessive yet humble.

"Christine, Erik still loves you."

But Christine looked at her husband, hanging there and barely alive. What was missed was missed. Angel or Phantom, she and he could never go back to how things were.

#A broken kite flies straight to heaven#

*The Phantom of the Opera fanfiction

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Upcoming Greek mythology story, "Love Beneath the Laurel Tree": Apollo vs. Daphne

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