She Bled: Just For Being
chaoticiink
- LETTURE 1,480
- Voti 144
- Parti 30
"Not soft. Not sweet. Just real. And a little wrecked."
In a world that romanticizes sanity, my characters bleed obsession, ache with guilt, and love with a madness that borders on devotion.
Here, lovers stalk each other with affection.
Here, grief wears the face of worship.
Here, even apologies are sacred.
If you're looking for clean, sweet love-this isn't it.
But if you want to feel, burn, and unravel with every line.
_Welcome home_
This isn't your typical love story.
Here, love is an obsession.
Affection is possession.
Pain is sacred.
And silence screams louder than words.
These aren't chapters. They're confessions.
Just thoughts-raw, unedited, and honest.
Told from a single POV at times, and from both sides when the silence gets too loud to bear alone.
My writing doesn't aim to be soft or subtle. It's jagged, wild, and unfiltered-because emotions aren't always gentle, and neither is the truth.
I write for the ones who overthink, who feel too much, who love too hard.
For the ones whose hearts are messy but loyal, whose minds are chaotic but poetic.
This book is a mirror to madness and meaning, where lovers aren't just partners-they're storms, anchors, and sometimes, sins.
If you're ready to lose yourself in a love that isn't clean or quiet-just real-
You're exactly where you need to be.