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Timeless Restraint.
She was a good wife.
No, a perfect wife.
He woke up to find her sweet, torturous embrace as her arms were around him. Securely. Protectively. A parallelism of his vulnerability against her. As if it were she'll fight for his side. He was even surprise that he'd fell asleep - more stupefaction when an angel was with him. A crucial affirmation that he was not dreaming it all.
His mask had dampened again. Curses. She made him feel weak, and with utter pain of thinking ardent thoughts about her. Every day would be like this; just like any other man and his woman. But he was not like everybody else. He's a monster.
Oh how he longed to be normal.
Yet his dear Christine was still beside him. Dreaming of beautiful castles; a handsome prince; the bright sun looking down her pretty face. And those dreams will crumble once she awoke from her slumber.