UNKNOWNYMUSE: I present you 210 words of this Chapter.
IX
Walls and Barriers.
Crystal blue eyes stared at the livid ceiling.
She was in deep thinking - wistful, unrelenting thoughts overshadowing her visions as such. The room was pitch black, and she somehow knew it was still around midnight. She hadn't gotten any restful sleep. She could not bring herself to slumber when a certain problem still lingers about in the depths of her mind. There was a piece of burden inside the midst of her heart that cannot be ridden.
And said problem was the shadow beside her.
She knew he was awake; the serious precision that he hadn't been sleeping - his glowing eyes were evidence themselves. And he'd been stiff. Refusing to touch her, or even a lithe contact from Christine he'll recoil and sought for her forgiveness. As if she's the plague and deity at the same time.
She scowls. He is caught up in his own sanctum that his barriers were hard to topple; he made his walls for anyone not to pass. Forbidding everyone to enter. Even her.
His fear of mankind made him so. The hatred. The pain. All of his demise.
But she was not the mankind. She was Christine, and she'll destroy his entire exterior with the aid of her patience and love.