BL Year 1 first person BE
The night I turned twenty-two, I picked up a skinny vampire on the side of the road.
He said nothing, his neck was bruised, and his body was cold.
I bandaged him, cooked noodles, and handed him the spare key——
It seems that this can make up for the time when I was seventeen and stood at the door of a restaurant and was kicked away.
He said that he did not dare to harm humans. In order to survive and not to be killed, he had to be careful in everything he did.
My heart tingles from this.
This is not a monster, this is a child.
I didn't know it then, but some doors opened for reasons other than greetings.
To watch it close again with my own eyes.
Purpose: Not all encounters lead to salvation.