Hearing Something

There were moments where she would pause and close her eyes. I would watch as her shoulders tensed and she stretched each finger out as though to stroke something. The expression she wore was never happy, nor sad; rather as though she was deep in concentration. As though she heard something no one else could or ever would. Some dying song from some distant shore she couldn't cross.



Confession: I love Christine.
Confession 2: I am obsessed with the idea of Christine having a 'haunted' expression with deep shadows that never leave her.

Christine does not belong to me, alas.
The art however does belong to HiddenSoul.