Hello all...

I'm an huge fan of Phantom in all its forms. This fic, which begins three years after the movie ended,will combine Kay's work, Leroux's work, and, of course, the movie. (I'm picturing all the movie characters as I write this.) Standard disclaimers apply...I do not own Phantom of the Opera. I am, however, going to take creative liberty frequently, so don't be surprised if I make up or mess up a fact, a name, or something like that.

Enjoy!

Paris, three years later...

"Did you love him, Christine" Meg Giry stood next to her friend in front of an elaborate grave. Christine's face was stoic as she placed a single red rose in the arms of the marble angel sitting on top of the tombstone, its eyes downcast in an eternal state of mourning.

"The word "love" doesn't come close to describing what I felt for him" Christine answered, her voice full of sorrow.

Meg looked up at Christine's face. A single tear was making its way down her porcelain cheek. Meg reached out and took Christine's hand, squeezing it as a means of support. Christine looked over at her and smiled weakly.

This was becoming something of a ritual, Meg realized. This was the fourth Sunday in a row she had found Christine in the cemetery…and always staring at that grave.

The light snow that had started to fall during the girls' carriage ride to the cemetery had begun to intensify.

"Christine" Meg said softly. "We should return...rehearsal starts in an hour and the managers would not be happy if you, their shining star, were late."

Christine sighed, pulling the hood of her cape over her thick brown curls. "I'm no shining star, Meg" she said darkly. "Stars belong in the heavens, while I will surely burn in hell." She turned from her friend and wiped the piling snow from the front of the tombstone to reveal two simple letters.

O.G.

It was a shame, really. All the elaborate marble and the stoic angels that guarded the tomb were protecting a man whose name was not preserved for the ages.