They Called Me a Tragedy

They Called Me a Tragedy

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[Currently discontinued] I lost everything before I even knew how to live. Orphaned, cast into the care of relatives who never wanted me, I learned early that the world doesn't notice when you disappear. To everyone around me, I am quiet, polite, fragile. I stay in the corners. I smile when I must. People say I'm sweet, obedient, unassuming - perhaps they are right. Perhaps they don't see the ways I watch, the choices I make in silence. I move carefully. I observe. I wait. Some doors, once opened, are better left undiscovered. They called me a tragedy. Perhaps they were right - or perhaps they never truly understood. [currently editing and uploading when suitable]
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WLW DARK SPICY ROMANCE I should've ignored her the moment our eyes met. Instead, I let her pull me in - all soft smiles hiding sharp teeth. She knows things about me no one should know. She calls it love. I call it haunting. Everywhere I go, she's already been. Every choice I make, she's already planned. And when I try to leave, she only laughs and asks why I'd ever want a world without her in it. She's not ruining my life. She's replacing it - piece by piece, heartbeat by heartbeat. She says she kills for a reason - that every drop of blood is a prayer for the forgotten. I should be terrified of her. I am terrified of her. But when she looks at me like I'm the only soft thing left in a world full of monsters-like she sees a masterpiece instead of exhaustion-I forget to breathe. I forget to run. Her love is not gentle. It's sharp and suffocating, stitched together with unspoken scars she'd never outrun. And now it's wrapping itself around my bones, whispering that I'm the reason she's still alive - and the reason she'll never stop. They say obsession destroys. But she's not trying to ruin me. She's trying to remake me. And the worst part? Somewhere deep inside, I think I want her to.

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