Monster

I brought a monster home.

It had no head and no feet, but it had lots of hands.

Perhaps they couldn't even be called hands.

Its "hands" always wrapped around me when I least expected it.

Sometimes they were so obedient, as if trying to please me. Other times, they were so cruel it felt like they were toying with me...

But I don't dislike it.

On the contrary, I love it.

I love it very much.

So, on that mild afternoon, I sat by the window and decided to convince it to die with me.

Nonhuman character, third-person narration, short story, coming to an end soon~

Theme: Hold fast to life