Disclaimer: I don't own Phantom of the opera, I only own what I create for a plot and any Characters I create. I am making no profit from this at all, this is purely just a source of entertainment. Also…I wrote the poem in this chapter! Not anyone else! If you saw it on the Gerry site that was a different version of it, I have the same username over there as I do here so…

Epilogue-

It was a warm summer morning; a light breeze blew through the opened windows. The morning sun illuminated the room in bright pinks and oranges. Daniel had woken early to go fetch some tea for Odette and the remedies she had been prescribed. And to tend to the children who would be awake at any moment. They had been staying with Erik and Christine for several months while their home was being built.

Several birds chirped outside the window a happy melody. The sound of the water lapping at the banks of the shore and the breeze that smelled of the sea filled the room.

Daniel remerged in the room with a tray of tea and her medicines; he smiled at her sleeping form, and came to sit on the edge of the bed next to her. She had finally matured into looking more womanly since two years ago. At the age of eighteen for Odette and twenty two for Daniel, they had fulfilled their dream of marrying and having children which they had done just two years ago.

They had twins, a boy and a girl, Isabelle and Laurent. Both were the replica of Odette and their grandfather's personality. They were musical geniuses both too mischievous for their own good. However they inherited their looks from their father, they both shared light brown curly hair and blue eyes.

The nanny had already been awake with them when he went to check on them when he woke up. Thankfully she had spared him the time to prepare Odette's tea and medicines perfectly with out becoming distracted.

Daniel sighed and kissed her hand gently, as he drew his foot under him on the bed. About six months ago, Odette had developed an illness, nothing more than the common cold it was thought after she had spent a little too long outside with the children in the snow. And they had presumed she would recover in a few days time.

But a few days turned into a week and a week turned into a month and she still wasn't better. Her deformity had gotten slightly worse and fever's racked her body through out the past six months. Now that the summer season was here they hoped that the warmer weather would aid her in getting better.

And it did for a while, but her body had been very weak and tiered lately. As Daniel held her hand in his he noticed and unusual coldness to it. He slid his index and middle fingers forward to the underside of her wrist.

Nothing.

He gently reached up and performed the same action in a spot just under her jaw on her neck.

Again Nothing.

He brought his hand just under her nose, and waited.

Nothing.

Silent tears slipped down his cheeks as he leaned forward and kissed her lips gently. He knew it was coming, he had known for a while that the chances of her overcoming this illness that plagued her body were small.

He just didn't realize it would be this soon.

In the following days it was quiet around the mansion, Christine hadn't come from her room since they found out. And Erik…Well he secluded himself in the music room.

Isabelle and Laurent kept asking where there Mother was…Daniel did his best to explain that she was in heaven with the angels. He told them that they could talk to her any time they wanted to, even though she wouldn't answer she would hear them. They seemed to understand and dropped the subject.

After the funeral Erik approached him and told him to stay until the house was finished, and that Isabelle and Laurent could come over any time that they wished.

It was a few days later when Daniel was cleaning out her night-table drawer that he found and envelope addressed "to my family" he sat on the edge of the bed and carefully opened the envelope as if it would disintegrate. When he unfolded the parchment he felt the tears stinging his eyes, it was his wife's last good bye.

If I should fall from grace

Promise me you will see

Past my face...

I held my head up high knowing

I was on my own and yet I know

I'm never alone. You're with me

Mind, body, and soul, and for

You promise me that if I

Fall from grace you will remember

Not my face, but what I've given

Through knowledge and music

Love every moment that Isabelle

And Laurent do something that

You would want me to see

Hold those memory's dear

And please do not shed tears…

For if I should fall from grace,

Please know that I am in a better

Place.

To my children...I hope you don't have to read or hear this just yet. But if you do then...then something went wrong... I didn't want to leave you, any of you,Papa,Grand mere andGrand Pere, La tant Meg. Its just that mama is so sick and I don't know what is going to happen. But if you do have to read this ma anges please know that I'm sorry I couldn't be there, but I will be with you in your hearts.Please do as Papa says, and don't forget your manners. And for the love of the gods do not torture your Grand Pere...I did enough to last a lifetime.

Just know you will see me again someday.

Okay so this is the end…I couldn't stop crying as I wrote that….I still am…I will be re-editing the fic though…Or I might write a new version of it, like how it should have been, or I might write a new, different fic. So I would like your input on what you thought over all of the fic, and any suggestions for a new one. I just think this fic has run dry or something like that.

I greatly appreciate all of you who reviewed through out this fic, you are all awesome, and I don't think I would have been able to write this with out your support.


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