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A • |hemmings|
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  • Reads 31
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  • Parts 8
  • Time 12m
Ongoing, First published Aug 05, 2015
Mature
a•ro•man•tic
/ay-rō'man(t)ik/ 

a person who experiences little or no romantic attraction to others. 

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I can't love. It's not that I don't know how, and this isn't one of those times where someone teaches me how exactly you love another. I just don't want to. I feel nothing. No connection more than a friendly relationship to anyone. And, no, it's not that I haven't found the right person..

How could anyone love someone else? We're all just going to end up rotting anyways. 

But I guess when you're name is Luke and you used to be popular, getting into a vital car accident and waking up with Amnesia changes a lot for your perspective on life; changes a lot of how you feel about people.  It changes how you feel about this tall, shadowy-eyed, brunette girl with an obsession for all that Wicca bullshit. 
You forget she's "A". 
You forget who everyone is, but maybe it's better off that way. 

~ Persephone
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