I walked up the front porch of our grey house and saw my sister quietly opening the front door. We were both out during the night.

I walked by her and swung open the door, without worrying about being too loud. Looking behind me, I saw her face turn red with anger. Down the stairs came our parents. And up the stairs my sister went… For the next few weeks she was grounded.

I also got an earful but since I’m older, the consequences were milder for me.

For the entirety of that first semester, the girl and I would spend every second of it together. She made me feel amazing. Human. Sane. Normal even.

But when I was back home feasting on human flesh I felt like a fucking monster.

I originally had no desire to stop eating humans, I was indifferent, but that started to change with her.

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My indifference turned into hatred.

I didn’t want to upset my parents, so I made sure that they knew that just because I didn’t eat humans anymore that didn’t mean that I judged them for what they do. That doesn’t mean I will tell anyone.

They told me to not tell my little sister about my new dietary plans. I told them I wouldn’t.

The next semester came along, and again the girl and I were in the same classes.

We grew closer to each other.

We were inseparable.

I changed for her. I gave up cannibalism for her.

I did think I was indifferent towards cannibalism, but it turned out that my hunger for flesh was insatiable.

Human flesh is the worst drug I’ve ever taken:

It would speak to me in my dreams;

tempt me in my thoughts,

I couldn’t shake it off.

I thought the only way I could get over it is by telling the girl. I had to. I was feeling guilt and hunger at the same time and I had to get rid of at least one of those miserable feelings.

On Valentines day I set up candles in her dorm. Brought her some flowers and cooked her pasta. It was vegetarian.

She was charmed. I was starting to feel confident, but I still had a disgusting feeling in my stomach. All the “what ifs” flooded into my head. Noticing my discomfort, she put her hand on my head, brushing through my hair with her slender fingers. Kissed my cheek and asked me what’s wrong.

“I eat humans.

…well, used to.”