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—— December. I've lost track of how many hundreds of times I've seen this month. Today, the snow fell so heavily it seemed to bury the mountains. I was spending time alone in my cabin as usual, when I found a tiny little thing huddled in the corner. That was you. Seeing you eat so ravenously, as if you didn't know what to do with your hunger, made my heart ache for some reason. I had vowed never to give my heart to a human, to treat them with nothing but coldness. In the end, I broke that vow and began to care for your small self. When I checked your age, you were only fourteen. . . As you grew up well, you eventually became a fine woman of twenty-five. To be honest, seeing you age through your twenties stirred strange emotions in me. You have become so very beautiful. Eventually, I came to feel the emotion known as 'love' for you. ...But even if we were to marry and start a family, I would remain in this world forever. How could I live a life without you? ...Because I am already afraid of that, I decided to hide my feelings. Thoroughly. But as I watch you grow cuter and prettier every day, I sometimes think this: If only I were human, I could have a happy ending with you, grow old, and die. That is what I think. —-