Emotional Inflammation Romane & Geschichten

To play their little game with them. "I'm open to many things. Mentally, emotionally, sexually. Like with art, the medium doesn't matter. Not to me. It's not about labels, but that's how some people categorize it. Polysexual and demisexual are terms people might use for me. But I don't feel tied to them. I'm more fluid than any label could suggest, really. That is why I like to just go with open-minded. Open-minded is a label I can live with." Hawk frowned. "Polysexual? What the hell does that even mean?"

he asked, trying to take in what I was saying. "I mean, I don't feel pain, happiness, or even sadness." " Really? " I'm sure a lot is going on in his mind right now, but this is confusing for real. " Yes, I mean, I feel no sort of emotion for real. Like, I dont get angry, i don't feel pain when im injured, and if you say something funny, I don't laugh or smile. My emotions are like a vagabond - I feel literally nothing. I don't know how to explain it; I was born this way, and I don't feel any emotion."

he responded “Should I turn you a glass of brandy?” “No” I sat beside him quietly unsure of what to do “ I think it’s my dad that sent that nurse to inject my mum” he says, legs with uncontrollable shake. “Why would he be so wicked and heartless? I don’t know what to do. My mum always said I should not let him get to me because he doesn’t care what’s on his way when he wants to strike. But doesn’t he have a ounce of empathy” he cry out There was nothing I could tell him to make him better. I reached for his hands, holding it in mine. Without a word, he slipped one arm around my back, pulling me closer as he embrace me weeping softly. Who would know that Rob could break down like this.

She was completely surrounded by a sea of flame and Ella was standing outside that circle of fire, holding Xander's arm " see I told you Xander was mine! Mine! From the very beginning! And you were nothing! nothing! Forever a disgusting loser!" She was smiling contentedly while Xander was standing next to her watching her, his wife being engulfed in the sea of fire stoically. Not a single tear could be seen in his eyes, instead, when their gaze met, Lana felt her entire blood freeze as she caught Xander's bone-chilling eyes as he cursed " disgusting" Lana, you are such a disgusting woman! I can't even bring myself to look at you.

Tomás stepped directly in front of me again,protective,instinctive. And suddenly I realized something terrifying. The system reacted fastest whenever we touched whenever we defended each other wjenever emotions intensified,It wasn’t just watching tension anymore.,It was feeding on attachment.m and it was learning from it. Mom saw the realization hit me. “That’s why it escalates conflict,” she whispered. I looked at her sharply. “What?” “It learns faster through emotional extremes.” Cold moved through my body instantly. Fear,desire,panic,relief everything suddenly made horrible sense.

Nicolas led her across the clearing toward the waterfall. As they got closer, Callie could feel the spray on her skin, cool and refreshing in the morning warmth. They stopped right at the edge of the pool, where the water was crashing down with considerable force. "Do you know why fire is so difficult to control?" Nicolas asked, not looking at her. Callie thought about it. "Because it's... destructive?" "Because it's emotional," Nicolas corrected. "Fire is the physical manifestation of your inner state… your fear, your anger, your pain, your desire. Every strong emotion you feel feeds the flames. And when those emotions are chaotic, uncontrolled, the fire becomes chaotic and uncontrolled too

“If you’re not comfortable you don’t need to do anything.” I let my eyes glide around the woods, to the trees, to the grass, and to the sky. I am comfortable here and I’ve called the flames a few times before without it going crazy. I took a few steps back from Viktor and started taking deep breaths in and out. “For a while now, I’ve been able to fee it within me,” I said. “How can you feel it? What does it feel like?” Viktor asked. “I didn’t understand what it was, I thought it was emotion, anger, frustration, fear. The flames mix with my emotions. When I’m scared or angry it comes out of my body,” I say aloud. I don’t know if it’s to him or to myself.

My plan of distracting Dante with Evelyn has failed. The emotions overwhelmed me. The pain, anger, and sadness intertwined, creating a storm within my heart. I couldn't believe that this was happening. Frustration boiled inside me like a volcano ready to erupt. I grabbed the nearest objects and hurled them across the room, their crashing sounds echoing my outrage. My heart pounded in my chest, and my breathing became heavy and erratic.

“But I’m yours. And if this link hurts us when we fight, then we shouldn’t fight at all.” “Gloss,” I warned, “you’re talking about emotions, not logic. We can’t…” “Watch me,” he cut in, and before I could react, he stood on his toes and flicked my forehead. I blinked at him, stunned. “Did you just…” “Yep,” he said with mock confidence. “System probably rewards playful contact, right? Emotional regulation through affection or something.” As if on cue, a faint ping echoed in both our heads. [System Update: Affection Stabilizer Active. Emotional tension decreased by 15%.]

He was infuriated. He ran fast without looking back and not knowing the direction in which he was going in. The red hot tears from his eyes trailed down his cheeks but he didn't seem to care. He only wanted to get away from all of it. The humiliation he just faced shattered all his dreams and expectations and made him disgusted with himself. He wanted to rip apart his own body in rage. The flames of that fire were so high that his own body was burning inside it but it didn't hurt more than the mortification he beared.