He was charming, sweet, courageous. Until he showed his arrogance, I was weary to speak to him, thinking that words from my mouth could have poisoned his atmosphere, though it was already to late for that. He came into the school like nothing could hurt him. For awhile I thought he was wrong. Though I do think it was his smell that has really protected him, like a freshly caught tuna... The vampires weren't even attracted to him. I was hoping for something a little more exciting. Then again, I think I got it.

He confessed to me, he had experienced pain, pain brought to him by someone close. He had killed people, pain to others. Who is he? He is like me. But he is also a killer. He keeps his scars hidden. I showed him my scars. My scars. My ugly scars that will never disappear. The scars that make me hide away. He doesn't want me to hide. I showed him my scars, he asked to be friends. That is a first. I am still scared.

I made a bird bath today. The birds liked it. They are beautiful.

- Takahashi Kumiko