From Inner Moka's point of view. Criticism appreciated.
Cold heart
The walls of my heart, were frozen in walls of ice. They were there to protect my heart from those who would try to damage it. Over the years, the walls have grown stronger, as my insight of people were proven true. I was alone, shunned because of what I am. I couldn't tell who could be trusted and who couldn't, because everyone looked the same to me. No one would even look at me. So I gave up hope that someone would be able to see me. But one day, he showed up. He was one of them. He was a human. The one thing I hated. I didn't know at the time, but I was certain that he was because of his smell. Yet, I couldn't resist him, I was drawn to him, to his blood, to his company. The moment I tasted him, I felt connected to him. I felt as if, he could be the first one to ever accept me for what I am. And he was. He was the very first friend I ever made in my life. Seeing him always made me so happy. I craved to be next to him, to hear his voice, to taste him. From the moment I met him. I was addicted. No one has ever had this affect on me. But then it happened. I told him that I hated the one thing that he was. I hurt him. The first friend I ever made, and I hurt him. He even shunned me when I found out the truth about him. He was the first friend I ever had, and I chased him away, just for being human. I thought I'd never see him again. But when I was in danger, he came to help me. He unleashed the true me and saved me. At first, I wanted to bleed him dry for running away from me. But I remember, I'm the one who chased him away. But even so he still stayed. We've been through so much afterwards. We made so many friends, so many enemies. I have to admit. For a human, he has a lot of courage. So many times was he on the brink of death. Yet he no longer reminded me of the timid boy he once was. He became so strong. He was warm enough to melt the ice around my heart. I did what I could to save him. I couldn't bare to lose him. But my actions came with a price. I turned him into a monster. One that was my responsibility to destroy. It hurt me to no end, to do this to the one most precious to me. It was a miracle he was spared. Afterwards, I tried my best to push him away, to fix these walls that were once surrounding my heart. But he brought them down, again and again. Even if I tried to run, he'd never let me go. All the strength that I have, is nothing compared to that boy's heart. He'd defeat me every time I'd try to fight him. He'd show me my place every time I'd try to resist. He's stronger than anything I've ever faced. He's broken me so many times. This disease I have is so frustrating. The side effects are things that I can't ignore. My heart feels warm every time he's near. My knees get weak when he looks at me. My heart stops when he speaks to me. My tongue is set on fire when I taste his blood. I realize now that I can't bear to be without him. I've denied it so many times. But I don't know how long I can keep this up. I want to help him be strong. I want to be the support he needs. I want to be the one he calls on for comfort. I want to be the one he chooses. After spending so much time with him, I realize the truth. No matter how much I deny it, I could never believe my excuses. One day I have to tell him the truth. One day, I have to be honest with him.
One day, I'll have to tell him, just how much I'm in love with him.