Tumblr Prompt- ""Christine, what are you doing with my mask?"" from helloitskrisha
E/C- Musical Verse
"Christine, what are you doing with my mask?"
The voice came from behind her:barely audible, impossibly weak, but there nonetheless. Her heart seized in time with her grip on the mask, eyes falling closed, chin lifting, tears burning.
She sensed his approach, the reality of his presence shocking her heart back into motion even as her eyes refused to open and she shook her head, willing her mind to comprehend the truth
No. No, I saw the mob, I saw the destruction. He can't be alive. It's impossible... It's...
"Christine. Look at me."
Her eyes opened then, blinking him into focus before her, bare faced and frailer than she would have thought possible, a shadow of the imposing figure she had once known.
A battle raged within her heart as she studied the man before her: pain and pleasure, wrath and relief.
But he was here, he was real...
He was seething.
"Christine," he rasped again, extending a hand. "If you please..."
"You're alive..." She stepped forward, reaching out with trembling fingers.
"So it would seem. Now, my mask..."
She hated him.
"Damn your mask," She touched him for the first time, eyes sparking to madness upon confirming flesh and bone, "and damn you for breaking my heart."
She loved him
Wrenching him forward, she kissed him.
The mask, the very symbol of his protection and power, tumbled to the floor, suddenly forgotten.