Disclaimer: I do not own POTO.

I've always enjoyed watching Christine sleep. She is always at peace when she sleeps. She never shrinks away from my touch; she just lies there and allows me to take in all her beauty. Tonight, I've decided to make use of my drawing skills and capture this moment forever. Christine looks especially beautiful tonight, especially angelic. I think of this drawing as just another tribute to her, although she'll probably never see it. Perhaps it's best she doesn't. After all, when I speak such a word as "amour" to her, it's gorgeous pealing becomes absolutely horrific to her. My pencil glides across the paper as I begin my work. I am sure to capture every delicate feature, to shade everything perfectly to highlight her splendor.

Suddenly, my wild feelings try to grab hold of me. Why don't I touch her? Kiss her? It would be so easy. And as for Christine, she wouldn't even remember a thing. It would quench my thirst, for a while at least. I try to resist the temptations, but my limbs won't listen. I gather her in my arms, throw off my mask, and plant a kiss on her lips. Her eyes shoot open in terror.

Fin

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