Human! Kankri x Reader: Steps to Recovering Over Him
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  • Reads 25,692
  • Votes 817
  • Parts 11
  • Time 48m
Ongoing, First published Dec 13, 2013
When you were little, people always asked you what you wanted to be when you were an adult.
They would just easily ignore your silence and say, "I wanna be a princess!" or "I can't wait to be a firefighter."
You thought you had enough time...
You thought wrong.
You don't even have a high school degree yet...you think.
Remembering is one of your weaknesses. You never can remember anymore...
But that's not the problem. The problem is that you're stuck in an apartment with someone who shouldn't even be having you there. Yet you didn't want to leave...
Becoming stuck in amnesia, ignorant romance and sorrow, you're caught in a stream of confusion.
Time to swim away.
Time to take flight.
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(The story I mentioned [and possibly long awaited by some] is finally coming around) "You're too weak to be a fighter, focus on your studies." "You can never become a good driver. It's too taxing on your body." "You're useless." That's all you were ever told, you could never follow your dreams, all because of genetic code. Your siblings always rubbed it in your face, minus your eldest brother, who supported you through and through. Always homeschooled, until you convinced you parents to send you to Hirenell Academy, where you are finally free to do what you please. Or so you thought. Teachers treated you differently, almost like a fragile glass, students avoided you and looked at you with pity, except for some girls here and there, but you knew what they wanted. You hated it That was, until you met her. The one whom shared your pain.