Human

He was looking to the night sky, pretend as if he could find Andromeda. He was leaning to the wall, and i can see slight lights on both of his eyes. Perhaps, like a Milky Way. Then i look up, gazing through the sky.
"I have a dream," he says.
"To runaway from human. From its people."
Im still searching for stars, all i can see is a total pitch black sky.
"And why?" I ask.
He sighed, like he is tired, but he wanted to explain things to me.
"Look at this way, they are beautiful creatures. Human are good in any ways, they have senses. They make senses. They are perfect. And disgusting."
I am still listening, as i thought he would continue his sentences, but he stops there.
"But you are a human, too." I reply him.
"Thats why i could think forever how to--possibly, you know, runaway from myself." He answered.
I look at him, those lights that supposed to be on his eyes disappears.
Now its pitch black.
Just the same as the sky.