He Calls the Sound of My Heartbeat Home

You only need one Verity. This is what he said to me later. His tone was very soft, as if he was stating a sweet fact. But when I heard these words, there was only a cloud of blood mist left in my arms. Before that, the monster that begged me to hug was my only love. It took him a hundred years to learn how to love someone; he learned to act coquettishly, learn to send flowers, and learned to remain silent for a long time when I taught him "Please let me be free." But there was only a ball of blood mist left in my arms. Now, I can't touch anything, I can't hold anything. I could only hear his voice, coming from far away, saying, He is there. He said that my chest, fragrant and soft, was his favorite place. He called it home. So don't eat what's left of his voice. Please. This is my last plea.