“Oooh, Christine, Christine— My love. The ultimate song I seek. Or rather, the shape of the song that was spun by my dear songstress. You are truly beautiful as ever…”

His red eyes had softened considerably at the sight of you.

“Ooh, oooh! My love, my song! My life! Christine!”

he’d lean in closer to you as his long clawed hands were only a few inches from you. As if he wanted to caress you but physically couldn’t.

“Show me…that face of yours. Let me…hear that voice of yours…”