Precious and fragile things

Need special handling

My God, what have we done to you?

I look over at Christine, and I can tell that she is torn in two. Looking at her face, I see a mixture of emotions, but I see that all of them relate to pain and conflict. I hope she knows that this has to be done. I hope she knows that I'd rather not have her do this, but it is the only way.

We always tried to share

The tenderest of care

Now look what we have put you through

Christine loves me, I know she does, but I cannot deny that she has some loyalty to her Phantom, too. But he hurt her. She once admired him, and now she feels betrayed. He deceived her. Christine doesn't know what to think of him anymore, and she probably is unsure of how she feels about me sometimes, too.

Things get damaged

Things get broken

I thought we'd manage

But words left unspoken

Left us so brittle

There was so little left to give.

I hate to see Christine so sad. I want to see her smile again one day. But her heart is broken now. The angel her father always told her about is really a demon. And even now that Christine knows that, she still pities him! But I feel no mercy toward the man that hurt my Christine.

Angels with silver wings

Shouldn't know suffering

I wish I could take the pain for you.

If God has a master plan

That only he understands

I hope it's your eyes

He's seeing through

I don't even want to think of the horrors Christine has seen because of that man. Someone as kind and innocent as Christine should not have to go through this. Christine will never be the same anymore. There will always be something troubling beneath her innocence.

I pray to learn to trust

Have faith in both of us

And keep room in your hearts for two

Occasionally I worry that she cares about him more than me. I fear that she prefers him to me. He holds a special place in her heart; she is never going to forget her angel. I can accept that, as long as there is still room in her heart for me. That is all I ask of her.

Things get damaged

Things get broken

I thought we'd manage

But words left unspoken

Left us so brittle

There was so little left to give