A/N: AHHH GUYS THIS IS IT OH MY GOD I'M GOING TO LEAVE THE BIG SPEECH FOR THE END SO YOU GUYS CAN GET RIGHT TO READING. THANK YOU ALL SO MUCH I LOVE YOU GUYS3

ALSO FYI THERE IS A RANDOM LINE BREAK IN THE MIDDLE OF THE STORY FOR NO REASON AND I CAN'T GET RID OF IT I TRIED EVERYTHING SO PLEASE JUST IGNORE IT!

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Weeks had passed. The reconstruction of the opera house was to begin soon.

There had been policemen and firemen that had spent two full days searching the opera house for any remains, but they found none. They told us that if there had been anyone there, they were burnt to ash.

My visits to the opera house became less frequent as the remaining few maids continued to discourage me from going.

I never told them about my association with the opera ghost, but they didn't need to know that to know that what I was doing was not healthy.

I finally got in contact with my family. They took about a week to reply to my letter, and they said I could come at any time. I told them that I would come soon, but I didn't tell them it was because I was waiting for them to start construction.

I stood in front of the haunting and massive opera house. The once white marble was now tinted black. I took a deep breath and made a decision.

Carefully, I walked up the stone steps that lead to the grand doors that stood weakly with planks of wood nailed to them, warning trespassers to keep out.

I doubted that there would be anyone in there at the time. There were no carriages, no horses, and no people.

I stepped into the building and, immediately, I held my breath.

What was once a shining gold or a pearly white was now a charcoal black. It looked as if it had snowed within the building, as the tops of the statues were dusted with white ash.

I walked further into the opera house and came to the main staircase, now shaded with grey instead of gold and white.

I was in awe of the strange beauty of the opera house after its death, but at the same time I was left with a strange sort of sadness. Everything that I had ever known was gone. Marie was gone, Erik was gone, and now the opera house was gone.

I scolded myself for my thoughts. Yes, Marie was gone, but Erik could still be out in Paris somewhere, and the opera house was being restored. The thought provided minimal comfort.

I meandered through the ruins, letting my mind take me back in time to when the halls shined in the candlelight, and the singers harmonized with each other in different rooms.

I eventually came across the all too familiar ballroom that I used to clean. I let out a small chuckle, imagining having to clean the room now. It would take ages for me to scrub the charcoal from the walls, and to sweep the ash from the floor. The heavy curtains that used to rest on the tall windows had fallen into a pile of ash, causing the grey light of the day to seep through the massive windows.

I began to hum. Not just any tune though. It was the first song I had heard Erik sing. The music of the night.

I stopped for a moment and listened. I could have sworn I had heard a piano echoing my tune, as if I was making my debut in an opera, and the orchestra was becoming my background music.

I chuckled as I continued to hum what little of the tune that I knew as I walked out of the room and down a familiar hallway to a familiar room.

The humming turned into random quiet vocalizations that echoed off the walls and domed ceilings as I attempted to match the original notes of the song. I knew I wasn't a good singer, but it did not matter at that point.

I pushed the doors open, and coughed as a swirl of ash and dust crowded my face.

After letting the dust settle, I stepped into what once was the Prima Donna room.

It was dark, for the most part, except for the single beam of light that streamed through the one window in the room.

All of the flowers that once made the room smell sickly sweet seemed to be completely burnt, while some remained a dark black and rested in hard charcoal shells on the floor.

The desk was beginning to crumble, and the chairs were only a pile of burnt sticks and cushions.

The mirror, however, stood tall. Yes, the edges were no longer gold, and were thickly dusted with charcoal, but the actual mirror stayed in tact. There were a few dark spots around the edges, but it still served its purpose of reflection.

I continued to sing along quietly to the song playing in my head as I made my way over to kneel on the layer of dust covering the floor in front of the mirror.

I felt a single tear roll down my cheek. I longed to hear Erik's voice once more, but I knew that that was no longer possible.

I was singing the portion of the song that was right before the chorus.

I closed my eyes, not wanting to face a world without the Phantom of the Opera.

I was almost lost in a daze, singing, and thinking about Erik, so I didn't even think twice before I placed my hand on the cool mirror. I waited in that position for a moment, only feeling the cold glass underneath my palm.

That was when, as I reached the chorus of the song, and as my hand slowly grew warmer, I heard a soft melodic voice interrupt me.

"You alone can make my song take flight. Help me make the music of the night."

A/N: *gross sobbing* GUYS WHAT THE HELL THIS HAS GONE SO FAST FOR ME.

I want to start off this sappy speech by thanking you all. Seriously I didn't think anyone was going to read this, and then you guys came out of the blue and started reading this story, and leaving AMAZING reviews and being absolutely supportive. I couldn't thank you guys enough for all of the support you've shown. I know I've been kind of annoying in not posting stuff on time, but I'm so glad that most of you guys stuck around anyways.

I really love writing, but I never can find a way of expressing that. Fanfiction kind of helps because I can get my ideas out effectively. I started this account with a crazy crossover comedy fanfic, but unfortunately, while many people do seem to love it, I hadn't been very happy with it recently. The writing in it did not reflect my true style at all, and I was kind of upset that I didn't have one that really did. Then, I decided to write this story. At first, I was a bit sceptical. I mean, I liked reading romance novels and stuff, but writing one was a whole other story. I decided to just go for it, and here we are. I am honestly so proud of the way this fanfic turned out. I have always been the kind of person to never fully finish something, and I am so happy and proud of myself for finally finishing this. And as a bonus, i am actually happy with the way it turned out in the end.

Right now, I'd like to give a special shoutout to the user "Masked Man 2". While the rest of you all did really help me in the decision making process, this lovely person has helped me make a lot of tough ones. Each chapter, they left the most AMAZING reviews that really made me happy each time i opened them. I told them this before, but I felt like an author sitting in on an english class that was analysing my writing, which was the best feeling ever because I didn't know if half of the things I put in this story would be picked up or appreciated. This lovely person analysed my work and gave some really constructive feedback. Thank you so much!

Guys, I'm honestly so sad to be ending this story, yet at the same time I'm happy how it is. Please don't let this story die out! I know, it kind of sounds really rude of me to say that, but I'm really proud of it, and I just hope that everyone doesn't just forget about it as soon as I stop the story. I'm sorry if this sounds super cocky or something, but I really don't mean it in that way. Vive la Mirrors!

Please don't leave me though! I will be back with more POTO fanfics! I've been coming up with a lot of ideas recently, and I'd love for you guys to read them! The ideas that i have so far might be similar to this one in the fact that the protagonist and Erik become friends or fall in love (i know, how cliche). So far, I've been playing around with the idea of a blind protagonist. I know that it's been done before but i think it's an interesting idea and it might be fun to write. There's plenty of other ideas i've got, but I don't want to spoil anything;) I'm also open to suggestions!

Also, as I usually say in my incredibly long authors notes, please leave reviews! I read all of them and take all of them seriously. I really want to know what you guys thought of the story! What did you think about the ending? How did you like the style? Did you like it or hate it? PLEASE LET ME KNOW! Also, sorry for there not being a big kiss. I wanted to keep the story simple. i know the past few chapters weren't really all that simple, and actually had a lot going on, but in case you didn't notice, i ended this chapter similarly to how I ended the very first chapter. I've always had the idea for this ending and I wanted to leave the story open ended. If you really must know, Erik and Isabelle eventually do get together:)

Well guys, this is it! This has been an incredible journey. Thank you all for your amazing support and for reading my story! I really do love you all and I hope to hear from you soon!

Thank you all for reading Mirrors!