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"I have loved every version of you"

I grimaced. The youth in my face fought the years I've lived, trying to express shame.

He stretched out a honey browned hand from his chair, paper thin skin lightly freckled from the sun, to gently stroke my once-again, soft cheek. He smiled as I leaned into it, shifting back into the wrinkled familiar face he knew and grew old with.

I see him smirk. He recognizes the frown I make with this face, the one which I've habitually made for the past 50 years since we first met.

I'd been old. Centuries really. Monsters like me didn't count the years anymore, just eras, and I'd seen several by then.

I already knew him well. I knew all of my victims well. To him, I was the baker, the shopkeeper, the librarian, the accountant, and soon, I would be his first love.

I was meant to kill him that day. We'd agree to run off into the woods, to elope and be married before we were promised to someone else. His warm human eyes glittered with excitement, fear, and love. A love that churned my stomach and held my jaws tight, and made me want to be human, with him. I couldn't kill him.

I let him live out his life. I became his mate, his home, and the love of his life. And he became mine. So I became his mailman, his doctor, his boss, and his friend. Anything to see him more. I thought he never noticed.

But today he lowered himself in his chair, the one he'd once bought from me as a furniture maker, held my hand and settled his rich warm eyes on me.

"I have loved every version of you."

"W-what?"

"I have loved every version of you." He repeated in a sure and steady tone.

"I-what?"

"My dear, I've known my entire life. I know what you are and I love you still."

My breath caught. He kisses my hand and continues.

"I want you to do what you meant to do all those years ago when my death is near."

Oh. He knew. I cried, letting a ripple of shapes flicker across my body and settled on the one he loved as a young man. He knew and he knew and he knew. He'd known what I was and he'd still loved me.

I grimaced. The youth in my face fought the years I've lived, trying to express shame.

He stretched out a honey browned hand from his chair, paper thin skin lightly freckled from the sun, to gently stroke my once-again, soft cheek. He smiled as I leaned into it, shifting back into the wrinkled familiar face he knew and grew old with.

"I love you too"

you are a shapeshifting monster who has been blending in with society for years. Today you accidently shifted back in front of your significant other.