This is a short piece, but very, very powerful and movingly written!

“His continued self-exile from the world was his shelter at the moment. His muse had betrayed him. denied him. What cause was there to inspire him now? The Phantom, once known as Erik. He had never felt more a shadow of a man than he did now.”

This so perfectly describes his rejection and self-loathing…Really, really, sad.

“But he could not feel this new pain. His life was nothing but pain. All that was left was a raw and unhealing wound. And anger. Anger served him better than sorrow. A wounded animal to strike back at the inflictors of his pain. The man was not aware he was still able to cry until he realized a single tear had slipped down his unmasked cheek.”

This is so achingly descriptive of the degree of pain he suffered from his life. Exquisitely written.

“No,” he said. His voice was deep and raspy from disuse. “This will not stand.”

I love your use of language here…very appropriate.

“The Phantom stalked from the bedchamber, his boots echoing behind him. He descended the stone steps to the main chamber, ranting as he went. “I will not be denied! I will not be forgotten!”

This is so graphic, you can actually see this happening. Brava! Very well written! You have beautifully interwoven the song lyrics and your visceral description of Erik’s trauma!

Ooh, very nice, I really like it. I love that song, and your writing was superb! 3

I love it! I lurve it! Me encanta! Jaime! (I think) Love in every language!

What an excellent way to portray dear Erik. I feel so depressed right now that I could cry (that is a good thing, don't take it the wrong way). Honestly, this was a lovely portrayal. Bravo, you have officially written one of my favourite stories.

-MBD