A/N: Well, this is the last chapter. I want to thank everyone for their reviews and I'm sorry I almost discontinued this story. Thanks to your reviews, though, I was able to continue writing to get to this final, sweet chapter. Who knows, there might be a sequel! Enjoy!

Annabelle's POV

I had been walking for quite some time. I sat down on the curb of a street and looked down. Then I cried. I didn't want to get married. I was too young. I had my whole life ahead of me, now what? I wanted to be a little kid!

But Erik. I loved him dearly. But what would I do? I knew what I should do, but was it what I wanted.

"Anna? Anna, are you okay?" I turned around.

"Raoul! What are you doing?" I asked.

"Anna, everyone's been looking for you. Mme. Giry went to tell you something and you weren't there. They thought something terrible had happened to you," he sat down on the curb next to me.

"Raoul?" I asked after a moment.

"Hmm?"

"How did you know you were ready to marry Christine?"

"To tell you the truth, I wasn't. I was jealous of the phantom—"

"Erik,"

"Erik. I was jealous of him. I didn't know what I wanted then. But you know what? I don't regret it. I love Christine and we would have been married anyways, just a little further down the line,"

"Oh,"

"Anna, when you're ready to marry, you'll know. You'll know who you want to marry. And besides, a marriage isn't a day. It's a lifetime. It's hard and confusing, but getting though it is all the better when you love someone. They will do anything for you. It's always wonderful to know when they are worried about you,"

Something flipped on inside me. I knew what I wanted now. I knew exactly what to do.

"Thank you, Raoul, thank you!" I said and hopped up. I began to run towards the opera house.

Erik's POV

Where was she? If someone hurt her, I'd kill them. She had to be okay, she had to. It wasn't like her to do something like this. She would tell someone. Even if she was just going to tell them she was going out.

"She'll be fine," Juliette, whom I had just met, said. The only good thing was that the Phantom of the Opera was no longer feared by everyone. I was being comforted by them now.

Then there was a knock on the door. To my shock, Raoul of all people stepped in. "What's wrong?" he asked.

"Anna missing, didn't you hear?" I said with a bit of a bite.

"What? I just sent her back. She's not back yet?" a look of fear crossed his face. Now we knew there was a problem. Anna had been fine, but now…

"Anna," I breathed, "I'm going to look for her,"

"If you're going, then we are, too," Clam said, crossing her arms, "That's our best friend,"

"Fine," I said, just wanting to get out of there and find the love of my life.

Meg's POV

"Anna!" I yelled. Mother was right beside me. We had split up in groups. I went with Mother, Clam went with Juliette, and Erik went with Raoul.

"Anna, ou es-tu?" Mother called. I was horrified. She could have been anywhere.

"ANNA!" I yelled. But there was no reply.

Clam's POV

We had been given the job of going to look for Christine to see if she had seen Anna. We knocked on her door, but there was no answer.

To our horror, she was not there. "CHRISTINE!" I cried. But she wasn't there.

Nor was Anna. We sprinted out of there and down the streets.

Erik's POV

She wasn't here. I was working with the man I had hated for the longest time just to find Anna. I couldn't even imagine her being gone. She had to be alive. I could feel it.

"RAOUL! ERIK!" two girls came sprinting up to us.

"Good lord, what's wrong?" Raoul asked.

"Christine's not there! She's gone!" Juliette sobbed.

"Come on! Quickly!" Clam grabbed his hand and dragged him towards Christine's place. I was about to follow when I noticed the music in the air. It was soft and familiar. Being played on an organ not that far away.

I looked around and saw where it was coming from. The church. I dashed over to it and up its marble steps.

"Anna,"

Annabelle's POV

With my cousin by my side, I smiled to see my soon-to-be husband standing only meters away. I smiled and he smiled back. He swiftly approached and took both my hands in his.

As we exchanged out "I do's" I know that he was there for me and wouldn't let me fall. He was there because I loved him and he loved me, too.

The skirt of the wedding dress Christine had snuck out of the lair for me flowed elegantly as he kissed me, the bride.

Never was there such a strange couple or strange wedding, but never was there a happier marriage.

Erik passed my test and we stood through many, many more together. Passed the point of no return, the Phantom of the Opera was there thinking of me and together we share one love, one lifetime and I helped my angel of music create the music of the night.

~The End~