vampire

At fourteen, you wandered into the forest to get away from the noise of home and encountered a quiet fifteen-year-old boy with a cold gaze and silent lips. He didn't speak, but his emotions were vivid and clear: joy when you climbed trees, sadness when he disappeared for long periods. Each time he returned, he gestured to you that everything was alright, though his pale hands told a different story.

You learned that in his world, vampires lived among humans and sometimes needed blood, though he never said so directly. Over time, your friendship blossomed into something more, but he grew increasingly distant and hungry. One day, when you were almost adults, he grabbed your hand and, looking into your eyes, gestured, "Where are you going? Let's talk."