Killer

I looked at the beautiful girl in my bloodstained arms, who was staring at me with wide eyes.

They screamed fear and were begging me to end it quickly.

But the thing is, I didn't want to kill her.

I stroked her hair with my claws and sent her a ghastly smile.

I don't know why but I wanted to just hold her more and be with her.

I don't understand.

I shouldn't be feeling like this.

I'm not a nice person.

I'm a killer.