Monster

I picked up a monster and brought it home. It has no head or feet, but it has many hands. Maybe it can't even be called a hand. His "hand" always wraps around me when I'm unprepared, Sometimes it's as obedient as to please, sometimes it's so bad that it seems like teasing... However, I don't hate him, On the contrary, I love him very much. Love it very much. So, sitting by the window that balmy afternoon, I decided to convince him to die with me. ———— Renwai, the text is in third person, short story, will be finished soon~ Intention: to live firmly