[ A monster twice her age... Truly, he still thought her a normal and sweet human being. How she wished he was right. How she wished she would be as careless and happy as she had been prior to her epiphany. But she couldn't tell him. Much like him, she had secrets she wanted to keep.

But... ]

I have a friend who always tries to be cute. Hmm, but I don't think that's it, I just... [A pause as she took a pen as well as a piece of paper out from one of the boxes.] Struggle to find the right words.

[ Still facing away from him, she hastily wrote something on the piece of paper... Though it still took a few minutes for her to complete. Once done, she placed the piece of paper on the box she'd opened. If she couldn't convince him with spoken words, written words would get the message across. ]

I think that should do it, that's for you. [She turned her head to look back at him with a slight smile.] Don't judge me too harshly ahaha! I can do better when I have more time to get my thoughts together.

[ And with that said, she left. Should he pick up the poem, the handwriting was obviously rushed but still readable: ]

  Human

He wasn't like me.

Was he an animal? Was he an alien? I didn't know.
I'd never seen anything like him before.

I asked out of curiosity:
A monster.

Could a monster be kind? Could a monster smile?
He looked away to answer:

  "I am a monster.
  I am dangerous.

  I am different.
  I am horrible.
  I am a bad person.
  I am a monster."

Sorrow and sadness in his eyes,
He left and I was alone.

      Then I saw my friend

She was like me.

She was beautiful, she was human.
She smiled at me.

I told her whom I had met today:
A monster.

Could a monster be kind? Could a monster smile?
She responded with a laugh:

  "He is a monster.
  He must die.

  He is not like us.
  He is different.
  He is horrible.
  So he must die."


She was like me

And with a smile,
                She took a knife to kill him.