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Yeah sorry gained an idea on if someone became swap Gaster Also they may be apathetic or just confused on their feelings and MAYBE Autistic, I may be a bit wrong on apathetic or not completely accurate idk yet And it's a huge maybe on the autistic part it might be mentioned at some point or not I usually don't do this kind of story on something like using apathetic and perhaps autistic but i decided I wanted to try. And the maybe confused kind feelings is not knowing what they feel or if they even feel anything and all

She thought it was hate. He called it a mistake. But every fight, every touch, every jealous glance said something they never dared to admit. This isn't a love story. It's the story of what happens before love. Main lead female ~ Sanvi Gupta Main lead male ~ Rohan Sharma

Some legends are told, Some turn to dust or to gold. But will you really remember me for centuries? I hope not. ÷÷÷÷÷÷÷÷÷÷÷÷÷÷÷÷÷÷÷÷÷÷÷÷÷÷÷÷÷÷÷÷÷ My ramblings, thoughts (also me being a dumbass like the book is depressing but it's my book so watcha expecting im a mess) ÷÷÷÷÷÷÷÷÷÷÷÷÷÷÷÷÷÷÷÷÷÷÷÷÷÷÷÷÷÷÷÷÷ published- 23.08.17 finished- it's 2022 and im still here. this will outlive me. godspeed

I- I honestly can't justify this I thought it would be funny but it's getting out of hand Also there will be no grammar in this story at all because I'm ✨cool✨

Some are angst Some have dark Harry or the wbwl trope Some are just good old fashioned fluff *no smut bc I don't know how to write it* *also art is not mine, and I don't know who the artist is*

Remember to BREATHE😭😭😍😍!! Enjoyyy!!

natsume's dreams and will to live banished the day eichi discovered crocs

Very sad

I feel as if my thoughts are in constant rapid motion as they rush down the slippery slope that I call my thought process. My mind swirls and whirls with tidal waves of emotion that churn at varying intensities. As my thoughts rush down the waterfall they all go through a filtration system that filters out the "do nots" of socializing. And finally my mouth is the dam, and no dam is without a few cracks. Some bad ideas don't filter out and make it through the cracks of my dam, slipping past my defenses. My dam is always constantly overflowing filled with the things I want to say to people. My thoughts push at the edges and pour over the top as the tidal waves and whirl pools of emotion make me want to scream at the top my lungs. They make me want to scream at people and tell them who I am and how I feel inside until my lugs are raw and the whole world knows of my existence. But oh so lucky me, for I have a wonderful filtration system. This book will be one hundred percent me. There will be no cherry picking ideas or thoughts, I'll write out everything. No topic is off limits, so ask away. I'm tired of my filtration system, and I think I need to loosen a few bolts.