Novel & Cerita Emotionally Attached To Fictional Characters

Again. And I didn't like it one bit. I sighed realizing just how attached I was getting to this bad boy whom I was tutoring. It was unhealthy and scary. Attachments: Make us dream about things that will never come true.

The limit of every single one of us is our own imagination. The story I'm about to redact will be fictional, but every character will have relatable human traits and their lives will have different backgrounds. Their personalities will be connected to what they do. Feelings, ideas, and relationships will influence their skills, making them grow stronger or sink them in despair. however, please note this is my very first story so it might lack many features, I hope everyone understands that while reading, Life and death are empty concepts without each other, just like the story would lose its meaning if the main purpose of it gets defeated by the lack of importance in a certain character or i

I'll be content with him and forget about Aron forever. I can't stop crying when I think about them having sex in the jacuzzi. How I fell in love with him is beyond me. Why did I develop an attachment to that sex monster and lose control of my emotions? I'm not sure why I developed an emotional attachment to him, given that he never provided me with any benefits.

"And not without consequences." "What kind of consequences?" S The elder closes the book halfway. "Emotional distortion." Sage's interest is immediately piqued at that, and he leans forward. "explain that." "If a bond is artificially created, it forces two individuals to feel attachment that might not necessarily exist." Sage's mind immediately flashes to Malisha. And Grayson. "That means their emotions can be influenced?" "Yes." "Controlled?" "Not exactly controlled. More like amplified." Sage's chest tightens at that. He wonders if that is why Malisha and Grayson feel so strongly for each other. "So someone can create a bond between people who were not meant to be mates.:

My chest tightened. “They believed emotional familiarity meant emotional destiny.” “Yes.” That truth settled deeply through the system. Because wounded people often become attached to emotional environments that mirror unresolved pain. Chaos feels recognizable. Inconsistency feels emotionally stimulating. Longing becomes addictive. So eventually— peace begins feeling unfamiliar while dysfunction begins feeling magnetic. But eventually— another truth quietly emerges: missing something does not automatically mean it was healthy for you. I shifted gently into the network. Not condemning nostalgia. Just naming another painful truth honestly.

as if any minute, he’s about to cry but he’s trying his best not to cry in front of me and cheer for me until I forget my problems. “He’s so familiar. Have we met before?” I asked leaving myself confused. There’s a part of me that misses him when I can’t see his face and hear his voice. Every time he disappears from my sight, my heart is aching in pain. What’s the reason behind those emotions I felt? I’m always on the verge of crying whenever he leaves me. Is it possible? Am I attached to someone I don’t know if he’s existing? He’s just existing in my imagination. The imagination that I can control but every emotion that I felt there is real.

How pathetic is that? I've loved Fable for years, and it's been a lifeline for me after everything that happened. That one final connection to Mia. To who I was before I lost everything. Maybe that's why my relationship with their music is so weird, so confused. So much more intense and complicated and melodramatic than it needs to be. At some point it went from being a harmless hobby to being an obsession. Something I probably resent just as much as I love. It's all a fantasy.

“Players must never develop emotional attachments. You should understand that every character you encounter is complex and flawed. Once you make a mistake, the consequences won’t fall on you alone.” It wasn’t the kindest advice, but it was sound. An employee was only there to work and perform their duties, secure a promotion, and make money. Everything else was irrelevant and outside my scope.

“Are you interested in anything? Skilled in something? Even if it’s not related to fighting?” I hesitated. “I don’t know. I like—books. And writing. I used to hide in the library whenever I could. I remember stories easier than most people. I always felt like I could… feel what characters felt, even if I didn’t understand it.” His expression changed again, more thoughtful this time. “That’s an ability. It’s not a flashy one, but it’s powerful if developed. It means you’re emotionally attuned. You might even have empathy.”

“But that doesn’t explain why everyone else agreed.” I meet her eyes. “Because we’re tired.” She blinks. “Tired of being the ‘fun girl.’ The ‘chill girl.’ The ‘no big deal’ girl. Tired of pretending it doesn’t sting when someone treats you like you were just… a moment.” I pause. “Tired of getting used.” Her throat moves like she swallowed something hard. “And yeah,” I continue, “maybe we are emotional. Maybe we do get attached sometimes. That’s not a flaw, by the way. That’s called being human.”