There were also many things we couldn't do together—like watching sunrises and sunsets, which are so romantic. Sometimes I resented being part of this race. But then again, if he were of my kind, wouldn't we be able to be together forever?
I loved Martin deeply. Such selfish thoughts flashed through my mind briefly.
I considered telling Martin about my identity. If he agreed, I could transform him into one of us.
But then fear gripped me—what if he was scared and left? Let alone becoming one of us. This inner conflict trapped me in turmoil.
That day, I chatted with Martin under the moonlight.
"Do you believe in zombies and vampires?" I asked while sitting beside him.
"Others might not believe it," Martin paused for two seconds before chuckling lightly.
"Oh?" My interest piqued. Did that mean he believed?
"I've done some research," Martin replied, gazing ahead with a slight smile on his lips as if it were a casual remark.
Yet his nonchalant statement sent chills down my spine.