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Staying Away from The Monster

Chris' POV:

"It didn't happen. It didn't happen," I repeated to myself, pacing nervously around my sofa, desperately trying to convince myself that the kiss had been nothing more than a strange, surreal moment.

"Damn it! We really kissed. Maybe he was just grateful that I accepted him. Perhaps he was so sad, he mistook me for his girlfriend, and I was just comforting him," I rambled like a madman, my mind spinning with wild theories.

"Maybe this, maybe that, maybe this," I muttered, the 'maybes' swirling around like an incessant storm in my head, threatening to consume the reality of the situation. My imagination was running wild, corrupting my memories and making it difficult to discern fact from fiction.

Unable to escape my thoughts, I finally lay down on the couch and, much to my surprise, drifted into an uneasy slumber.

The next morning...I had no desire to leave the safety of my apartment. I called Steve, my manager at the bakery.Riiiiiiiinnnnnnngggggggggg!!!!

He answered promptly.

"Hi, Steve, it's Chris. I'm not feeling well. Can I take a five-day leave? Please?"

"Of course, Chris. You need the rest, especially after coming home so late last night. Don't push yourself," he replied, sounding a bit disappointed, perhaps missing his conversation partner at the bakery.

"Thanks, Steve. Thanks for understanding," I said, forcing a smile, even though he couldn't see it.

"Hey, did you hear about the dead man found near the garbage cans behind the bakery?" Steve asked, sounding nervous. "The police think it was the work of a vampire or something. The man's neck was torn."

"What? Seriously?" I replied, feigning innocence.

"Yeah. We need to be careful now that there's a killer on the loose," he warned.

"Thanks for the information," I replied before the call abruptly ended. Steve likely had a customer, and he had to attend to them.

I couldn't stop thinking about the monster who had saved me from my would-be assailants, the supposed vampire who had kissed me. The memory was vivid, as fresh as if it had happened just moments ago.

The image kept rewinding in my mind, like an unrelenting movie reel.

DING DONG!

The doorbell's jarring sound interrupted my train of thought. I quickly made my way to the door, hoping it wasn't Jake – the Monster, the Vampire, the Saviour, my Kisser.

I opened the door, only to find no one in sight. As I cast my eyes downward, I spotted a note on the ground. It read:"Sorry for kissing you last night, and I hope you can forgive me. Can we be friends?"

I immediately closed the door and began to contemplate my decision. It was clear in my mind: I needed to distance myself from him.