I'm a person, whose future and present is stained with blood.

Two years have passed since that terrible day, when I became a monster disguised as a human. And only now I've realized who I really am.

About a year ago, I met a girl. The girl, who helped me to change, forget to whom I turned. But everything was in vain.

It's been six months since we met. We liked each other and even had time to live together. Then I decided to confess her; "my love?" you'd think. No, everything was more complicated. I wanted to tell her about my real essence. My future speech I've rehearsed by many times, standing nearby the mirror. And every time I changed sentences, the style of conversation. Until I've decided on that small, but very sincere and a significant step.

"I've been wanting to tell you something. Shiro," That was my girlfriend's name. "I love you so much, that's why I have to tell you all the trues. I don't know, how you'll react to it, but know, I've fallen in love with you after we met. Shiro, (here I hug her) I'm just a man, locked in the chamber. I'm trying to escape from what's hidden inside of me. I've turned to a monster. And it becomes stronger. I can't restrain myself any longer. Please, go away. I don't wanna hurt you."

These were the words I wanted to tell her.

After «repetition» I've invited Shiro to me, but she was noticeable late.

"What happened? She'd never late before."

Terrible thoughts were coming to my head.

Then I've really got into a fuss, so went for her. Opening the door, I saw her bloodied and mutilated corpse right on the doorstep. I've started crying. It was loudly. But I couldn't. I couldn't resist the heady scent of flesh and blood. I was hungry. Very hungry. After meeting with Shiro, I stopped eating them... These sinful people, who are full of hate and envy.

And then... My hunger overcame my feelings to Shiro. I've eaten her. I've eaten the tender meat, and lamenting the death of my beloved, and my whole existence. Nothing was left. No blood, no body. Just the clothes, which I still have.

Six months later, that's now, I've understood a lot. Even the fact that I lived, trying to be a man, what has become a big mistake. Delusion.

From that day I decided never to fall in love. To love and to be loved are human feelings, which aren't given to me to understand.

The fact remains.

Nobody will change it.

I'm a monster.