Darien
As soon as she hugs me, I was very surprised her feeling seemed to be all over the place, but I appreciate that she took initiative, when she blushes (even if she poorly tries to conceal it, but come on I am a monster that thrives on blood so the sudden flow to her cheeks signals to me like a beacon) I feel the darkness following me around turns a bit lighter. I know the time is running out, but I need her to trust me, I WANT HER TO TRUST ME and I have poured my whole heart out the overall features of my existence, and I think about my feeling when she talked to her friend, my rage boiling inside, when she mentioned her male friends helpfully they surpassed the subject (maybe because of my reaction, I did a poor job conceal my disgust about it).
A pull in my stomach makes my hand
