Kimi's POV
As she tucked a strand of hair behind my ear, I felt my heartbeat race. I couldn't quite comprehend why, but there was an undeniable longing for her touch. "Shall we?" she asked, snapping me back to reality. "Yeah, let's go," I replied as we began making our way to the park. Hand in hand, my heart raced even faster. I found myself reveling in the warmth of her grip.
"We're here," I said, glancing at her. We settled onto a bench and began to chat until a thought crossed my mind. "Were you there at my ceremony?" I asked, eager for her response. "Yeah, I was. Your parents and sister were at mine, too. But I suppose you didn't realize you were a vampire until the ceremony," she replied. I was taken aback to learn that my family had attended her ceremony.
"Why do you have a serpent tattoo?"
"Once you become a vampire, you gain one, except for your family."
"When did you first realize you were a vampire?"
"When did you first realize you were a vampire?"
''From the age of five, I realized I was different from other children. Initially, I struggled with that feeling, but now I embrace it.''
I listened to her words, but the sadness in her tone and the expression in her eyes spoke volumes. It felt as if, beneath the surface, she longed for acceptance just as she is and was yearning for love.
"How would you define love?" I asked, hoping to steer the conversation in a different direction.
"Love is a sign of weakness. It can feel like a trap, and emotions are fleeting. One moment I may feel affection for someone, but the next I find their presence overwhelming. To me, love doesn't exist; all I understand are desire, passion, and the pursuit of power."
Damn it! As she spoke, my heart shattered into a million fragments. But why was I feeling this way? Deep down, I sensed that her words were directed at me. Tears began to well up in my eyes. I had known her for only three days, yet her words affected me as if she were someone I had genuinely cared for. Hold on. WHAT? Love? Could it be that I love her?
"How would you define love?" she inquired, pulling me back to the present moment.
"Love. I could define it as care, affection, and kindness, but ultimately, love is the willingness to endure suffering for someone else's sake. It's about ensuring that the person you cherish never sheds a tear because of you. Love has the power to heal all wounds. It means sharing someone else's burdens as if they were your own. Love encompasses joy, sorrow, affection, desire, passion, and kindness. It embodies the readiness to do anything to ease the pain of the one you love. That's my understanding of love." I turned to Charlotte, and I noticed tears welling in her eyes. It seemed as though my words had caused her pain. Her gaze reflected a mix of sorrow, anguish, and anger. She was concealing something, though I couldn't tell what it was. A wave of unease washed over me, and I felt as if a sharp knife had pierced my heart. I desperately wished I could take away her suffering, her fears, and her burdens.
Did I truly fall for a girl?