I've always wanted to tell someone. I almost did on more than one occasion. I always knew that I never could, so I never did.
No one can know my secret. Who I am. What I am. They wouldn't believe me, or they'd be scared. I know that one would ever understand.
It's probably best that none of them know. It would only end up with their ultimate demise.
I'm rethinking all of this though.
There's just something about him. The way he walks, and the sound of the voice. Something tells me he would understand. He might even be like me.
His dark brown hair, almost black.