Who am I? -completed-

Guilt

The t.v channel switched from the news, to the sports channel, to the next,to the next... my headache was setting in, and I could feel my chest pounding, my ears ringing. "grey, darling are you ok?" I looked over at them "yeah babe, it's just a headache"

I faked a smile and walked into my room I grabbed the notebook "I'm so sorry" I mumble to myself. "I'm always sorry" I thought "I wish I would've have to do this. I wish I didn't have huger strikes." I looked through my jot down notes as I began to form a letter.

"Dear Robin,
I met you at a bar on 22 street. You where attractive happy and bubbly you enjoy rugby and was from new Zealand. Your childhood was happy with your mom and step dad you came out as trans at 16 and began t at 18
......"

I continued to write the letter of they're life looking at my notes trying not to forget any details. My headache was getting worse my stomach hungrier. I finished the note and put it  in my pocket. I sighed, the guilt washed over me. I looked down at the note. "I'm giving them the most normal life possible." I thought. I opened the door and looked at them.

e̸v̸e̸r̸y̸t̸h̸i̸n̸g̸ w̸e̸n̸t̸ b̸l̸a̸n̸k̸

When my headache went away I was holding there limp body. The bite mark left in there neck there, veins were dark black. I looked at them "I'm so sorry" a tear dragged down my cheek. I stapled the note on there hoodie. and picked them up leaving them in an ally way. I headed back into my room. My tears came down harder and harder before long sobs filled the room.

"Every two years I do this.. why does it never get easier? Why couldn't I just have let them forget who they where. Was it easier?"
My head raced with many thought and felt just as guilty as I did last time.
I took there photos and tucked it away in

47 photos. 47 lovers. 47 victims but 47 people won't have to solve there mystery that took me
97 years to solve and I'm still solving it,w̸h̸o̸ a̸m̸ i̸?