Psyche
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  • Reads 43,116
  • Votes 2,299
  • Parts 28
  • Time 2h 51m
Complete, First published Apr 18, 2022
Mature
"I don't want to be the strong independent woman. I'm tired of having all that responsibility, I'm tired of not being catered to. I just want to be loved, want to be helpless, want to cry, want to be catered to. I'm tired."

My heart aches at her words. 

"Be mine and you will never be tired again." 

She laughs at my words. Not believing the truth behind them.


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Warning: I said psyche was Ace because I wrote this young, when I was coming to terms with my own sexuality and feeling the same things Psyche felt. Did not know the term demisexual existed back then, I will definitely edit this book and use the proper terms in the future.
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