Disclaimer: I do not own Phantom of the Opera (the musical/opera or the book) or any of the music or any of the characters. I do not own Love Never Dies or any of the music or characters from that show. I only own my OC Sylvia.


Two figures stood on an empty plot of land close to the ocean under a grey sky. A city rose up in the distance, a smog falling over it. The waves quietly crashed to the shore, biting into the sand with gentle ferocity. Thin sheets of cold rain drizzled lightly from the sky, causing a lull to over come the land. New York, a bustling city, seemed to have had the volume turned down; the only sound that met the couple's ears was the crashing waves.

The taller figure was a man wearing a long black coat with the collar pulled up. The second figure was a woman, a bit smaller in height; a grey coat wrapped her figure, a scarf tied over her head. Their hands were clasped together, the two standing side-by-side, mere inches from each other.

" Coney Island." Said the man.

" It's strangely beautiful." Said the woman, looking at her surroundings. A deep chuckle resounded in the man's chest.

" You see the beauty in everything, Sylvia." He said, lifting the woman's left hand, the one he was holding onto, and kissing the back of it. Sylvia smiled over at him.

" I guess that's one of the things that makes me unique, isn't it, Erik?" She asked, taking his left hand in her right. She smiled at her husband, letting her thumb run over his fingers, sliding over the smooth wedding band. He kissed her forehead, his lips pulling into a smile. He had replaced the mask he'd left in Paris, as well as his wig. He wore the wig the majority of the time, but Sylvia always insisted that when not in public, he not wear the mask- she knew it made him comfortable for him to wear it where the world could see him, but when it was just the two of them together, she loved to see his face.

" And it's one of the many reasons that I love you." Erik replied, his arms wrapping around her waist. They both knew that Coney Island was going to become their new home, but they'd always remember the Opera Populaire, the place they'd both called home. As Sylvia placed her hands on his shoulders, she began to quietly hum a familiar tune, just as the wind blew back the scarf from her head, the loose curls and waves of her light brown hair exposed to the rain.

" In sleep he sang to me, in dreams he came, that voice that called to me, and speaks my name, and do I dream again, for now I find the Phantom of the Opera is there, inside my mind." She sang quietly, her exquisite and angelic voice reaching his ears. He closed his eyes, smiling. He always loved hearing her sing. It made him feel whole. It made him feel happy.

" Sing once again with me, our strange duet, my power over you grows stronger yet. And though you turn from me to glance behind, the Phantom of the Opera is there inside your mind." He sang, grinning down at her. She slid her hands up his neck to gently hold his face. She loved his voice. She loved being his wife. Although she'd miss Paris, she knew she'd find a home as long as she was with him.

" Those who have seen your face draw back in fear, I am the mask you wear."

" It's me they hear."

" Your/my spirit and my/your voice in one combined, the Phantom of the Opera is there, inside your/my mind." They sang together, voices merging before they slowly faded so they disappeared in the sound of the crashing waves. The two leaned in, gently kissing for a moment.

" I love you." Sylvia whispered, smiling. Erik smiled back, gently stroking her hair.

" I love you too." He whispered back. She grinned and dropped her head to rest against his chest, enjoying the warmth. He held her against him, quietly humming a tune as he looked around at Coney Island. He kissed her head. He loved Sylvia being his wife. She had been managing to fix his broken soul, slowly piecing it together with her singing and with her love and her happiness. He loved that he was able to make her feel loved and make her happy and laugh and smile.

The tune he was humming began to get a bit louder, a song slowly forming in his head. The two smiled at the same time, knowing that if their new home was inspiring a song, then it was going to be an amazing place to live.

Afterword: There's the prologue! =D We get into the REAL story in the next chapter, which will probably be up later tonight or some time tomorrow! I REALLY HOPE YOU GUYS LIKED THIS! Please review to let me know what you think thus far! I know it isn't much, but I want to know what you think! Thanks!