Novel & Cerita Emotionally Attached To Fictional Characters

“But if he doesn’t remember me, why is he so attached? Is it just because he’s lost and feels like he should rely on his wife?” He shook his head, a gentle smile on his face. “No, it’s more than that. While the details of his memories might be missing, the emotions he associates with those memories are still very much alive. It’s like when you hear a song from your childhood—you might not remember every word or what you were doing when you first heard it, but the feeling it gives you, the nostalgia, the warmth, that’s still there.” I nodded slowly, understanding beginning to dawn. “So, what you’re saying is… even if he doesn’t remember me, he still feels the same way about me as he did befor

“How did you come up with such an interesting character?” My lips pull into a smile, genuine this time, because I can talk about my characters all day long. They’re all me in some sense, just a little less neurotic, even the ones who fight demons on the regular. I’ve put myself into each and every one of my characters in some way or another, and I stand behind creating realistic and relatable characters one hundred percent, which I know caused waves at last year’s Comic Con.

They’re not directly about us, but each character carries pieces of who we are. I flip through a page where a little girl with curly hair named Ella embarks on adventures with her big brother. It’s a world of imagination, but beneath the fantasy, there’s a very real truth: the bond of siblings who’ve chosen to stand by one another. I think of Luca and Emilia and how far they’ve come, how their laughter now fills the halls of our home like music.

Their mate bond was adding to the intensity of an invisible magnet-like emotional attachment and feelings for each other. “I don’t know if I am just being pathetically believer in love, but I would love to see you both find each other in love and have your happy-ever-after love story,” Marlyn chuckled as he stated his honest thoughts.

And I felt like I was just slapped across the cheek. Over the days, I had gotten more and more attached to him. I had grown so emotionally attached to him that I often searched for his comfort. Hugging him used to be the highlight of the day. The more I talked to him the more I wanted to be with him. Yes, I hadn’t felt any sort of sexual attraction towards him, but I was emotionally hooked onto him. I wanted to be in his arms every chance that I got. I sought him out like patches of sunlight in autumn. And now I felt like a fool. “You are gay,” I say it more as a statement rather than a question. I wanted to let out a humourless laugh. Funny how fate let me get attached to him only for him t

Each character, each setting, each narrative thread resonated with a spark of life, a reflection of the love, joy, and imagination that bound them together in an eternal embrace. In this mystical world of dreams, Mama Hazel's heart swelled with gratitude for the gift of storytelling, the magic of imagination, and the enduring bond she shared with Theo. The stories they had created together were not just words on a page—they were reflections of the love, creativity, and connection that danced between them, a symphony of shared dreams and endless possibilities.

You give me strength, you give me reason to continue when I feel tired, frustrated, or want to stop. I think about story sometimes, I feel like it is alive. It talk to me, it tell me what to write, sometimes I surprise myself because characters do something I don’t plan. Maybe that happen to many authors, but for me it feel magical. They live in my head, they live in my heart, they live in your heart now too, maybe. Ria and Luca, Jade, Finn… they are not just words anymore, they are people, maybe forever.

"If people ever look down upon you for crying for fictional characters, you should give them a gentle, pitying look and feel bad for them. If they've never cried for a fictional character, then they've never loved one (and what a joy that is). If they've never cried at a book, a movie, or a piece of music, then they've missed one of the great pleasures life has to offer. Just because fiction does not contain things that are real, doesn't mean it doesn't contain the truth, and we find it through the alchemy of our tears." - Cassandra Clare Justin's reply was almost instantaneous. I bow before thee I can't believe you actually sent me a big ass post about this lol. But wouldn't you prefer lovi