If I Couldn't Kill, Would You Still Love Me...
What's wrong with me?
I'm crazy, physco, unhuman.
I'm a wimp.
I mean, can you imagine being with a girl like me?
A girl who fears the sight of death, yet murders dozens almost everyday.
A girl who cries herself to sleep and dreams of days when her parents were still living, and not dead because of their very daughter.
I didn't want to do it.
I didn't want to do it to anyone.
But I can't control that power.
And then he came into my life.
I wanted to be the winner but I failed, not knowing what I did wrong.
Apparently he didn't want what I acted like. He didn't want a girl who tried her hardest to be innocent and non-bloodthursty. He wanted the exact opposite. But that's the thing.
If I couldn't kill, Illumi Zoldyck, would you still love me?