Turn out to be.
It's not out of personal interest, nor out of love.
It's because of another, warmer, purer emotion.
He wanted to die as much as he wanted to live, but now this thought was attached to another living person.
White and greasy, dripping with blood.
His vision also lost focus.
But I love you.
Want to keep you?
Want to eat you?
But why?
It's better to start all over again. Neither you nor me. All start again.
Back to the day when you could still love me.
Concept: time travel suspense story