My Boyfriend Isn't Normal

I stared at the boy with wide eyes. He had just killed that boy. With his bare hands. My eyes became glazed as I couldn't help my lower lip from trembling. "What did you do?" I asked as my tears fell down my cheeks. He looked back at me. "I've told you what I was. Do you still want to come near me," he asked, his motionless eyes staring into my soul. I let out a shaky breath, and closed my eyes. There was no way I was going to let him go. Even if he killed. I considered myself crazy for this. How could I live with an hit man? This was outrageous. I couldn't believe how much I loved this boy. Even if I saw the other side of him, my love for him hadn't changed at all. I wiped my tears away. "Sorry...I was just a little...shocked, that's all." I said. The normal him came back as he looked at me like I was insane. "Are you serious, " he asked in disbelief at my attempt to brush the situation off. "It's okay, you were only protecting me," I said as I stared up at him, into his eyes. He stared back at me with a hard to read expression. It was too much, and I pulled my gaze at the ground. My eyes began to wail with tears. Why was I crying? He was gonna leave me. He thought I had lost my mind. I hadn't realized how dependent I was of him until now. "Why are you crying?" He asked as he pulled me into a hug. I didn't even care that his hands were covered in blood. "Because, you're going to leave--" I whimpered out. "I won't, I promise." He said softly. I looked back at him. "Really?" I asked, my voice muffled into his hoodie. "If you want a monster in your life," he said in a dreadful voice. I looked up at him again. "You're not a monster...you're just...not normal. " He pulled me into a passionate kiss.