The day I found out I was lithromantic (on the aromantic spectrum)

The day I found out I was lithromantic (on the aromantic spectrum)

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WpMetadataReadContenido adultoConcluida mié, abr 27, 20227m
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Lithromantic is a romantic oriantation on the aromantic spectrum. It is when you have romatic fantasies and dream about romance but never actually want a relationship, because it makes you very uncomfortable. This is basically my own story about being lithromantic, it didn't take long for me to figure out so it's kinda short. I don't really know why I made this, I just felt like it. Maybe to bring more awareness to aromantic actually being a spectrum? The cover was made by me and I got permission from my friend to post this story. !!TW!!: This contains some mentions of self-harm.
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──── ⊹₊♕₊⊹ ──── A girl with dreams too big for the world she's trapped in, her heart full of hopes for freedom. But fate has other plans. There's someone out there... her shadow, who sees her not just as a dreamer, but as a prize to claim. He makes her believe she's winning, but in the end, he always pulls her deep into his darkness. Puppet : ~~~~~~~ He destroyed me. Tore me apart until there was nothing left to save. I can't... I can't even breathe without feeling his shadow suffocating me. He stole everything-my dreams, my peace. And now, he's chasing me. Why? To crush what's left? To make me his toy? Or worse... his love? I don't know if he wants me as his puppet to torment or his love to possess, but either way, he's unraveling me. No matter how far I run, his presence clings to me, pulling me back into his darkness each time deeper than before. Puppet Master : ~~~~~~~~~~~~ She doesn't even realize how beautiful she is when she's broken. My fragile, trembling little Doll. She thinks she can run, but she belongs to me. Her innocence calls to me like a melody I can't stop listening to, so pure, so unaware of how deeply she's already mine. Oh, let her try to escape-it only makes the hunt sweeter. I love the way she trembles, the fear in her eyes when she realizes she can't outrun her devil. I'll let her break a hundred more times, let her feel the weight of her hopeless escape. And when she's nothing but shattered glass, I'll mold her into what she was always meant to be. Mine... utterly and completely mine. Ranks:- #1 in review out of 33.8k stories. #2 in awards out of 10.5k stories #3 in alphamale out of 3.22k stories.

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