Unlike in fairy tales and John Green novels, this is genuinely, actually, definitively not a love story. It isn't. No love is present from here on out; not an ounce of it.
There is a girl called Elisa Maine, who thinks she loves another girl called Amber Preston, and also thinks she loves her parents, but she doesn't. Because love lasts forever, and Elisa's loves will be broken eventually. In this story, Elisa will be torn apart along with her loves.
That's just how life goes.
You assume that you love an object or subject, and in the end, you don't. You find something better, or your opinion of it changes, or something happens that makes that something not something you prefer something to. I don't expect you to understand, of course, since this is utterly confusing and even more so stupid. Although it is stupid, it is the truth.
The truth is never clever, otherwise Einstein and the like would have figured out the truth about life - which isn't 42, Douglas Adams - a long time ago. The truth is stupid.
That's just how life goes.
A/N: Yes, this is stupid. So am I. By the way, hi, I'm your author, and I hope you enjoy this story. You can call me Istina. This is my LGBT Challenge, created by the ever-wonderful @taygetsthegay. Go check it out and do it along with me! God, I hope someone reads this.
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The Labyrinth of Suffering
Humor"Damn it; how will I ever get out of this labyrinth?" Well, Elisa's answer was Amber. And Amber's answer was Netflix.
