I never expected you to convert into a monster despite my endless efforts to heal you.
Darling, it is not an illness, I was born a monster, my parents were, and my ancestors.
Your generation will never comprehend the needs of our existence.
Without us, no fairytales, no dreams, no romance, and no hope.
We are good monsters, we’ve endured for ages in books ever since humanity's first birth, and we will stay, we represent the dream and the soul of love.
Love needs his monsters, his tears, his fear, and his romance.

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