WITHIN THE MONSTER
No one really knows that inside every so called "monster" is a boy. I am living proof that even a beast can have feelings, like love. I wasn't sure what "love" was at first, until I met her.
I was sorting through the papers on my desk. Someone walked in and said that I had a visitor. Of course I was used to visitors and businesspeople; I just never expected to glance at them and immediately have butterflies in my stomach. When she walked through the doorway, it took me a moment to realize that I was at work, not in heaven. She was only wearing jeans and a tank top, but I had never seen anyone this beautiful. She had thick lips, curly brown hair, dark brown eyes, tan skin, and long legs. She stared at me quizzically, maybe because she didn't expect someone her age to be the Kasekage.
"Hey, my name is Cosette."
"Hello, my name is Garra."
I'm not sure if I imagined it, but when we shook hands, my palms were sweating as much as hers.