The Portrait that Christine drew

Our meeting was a pure accident. I went to the pond to look for fairies and other magical creatures of the nighttime, of which my papa told me. The two of them wanted to escape from their lives for a night. To me, they were just two boys. But to one of them, I was an angel.
However, I shouldn't dwell on the events of the past. I live a life, in which I have everything I could ever want. I should forget about the unfortunate events of those nights long gone.

(A PotO and Madness of Duke Venomania crossover phanfiction told from Christine's point of view)