And suddenly she realises that Phantom of the Opera was a true story.
If there was one more act maybe it wouldn’t be such a tragedy. He would miraculously come back to life and the two would be together and live happily ever after. She always loved him. Even when she saw him without his mask. It only made her love him more. Who could ever replace him? He is one of a kind.
Instead, she cries herself silly at night, unable to sleep thinking there might have been something she could have done to save him if only she had realised how much she loved him only a little sooner. Just a little bit. She lives a lonely life filled with survivor’s guilt and never sings. All the songs remind her of him.