also posting this story on it’s own so I can have it in the tag
Just for a little background, this story is in response to one of those “what if you had a clock that counted down to the moment you met your soulmate?” posts. People always write little stories into those posts, but I wanted to write one from the perspective of an aromantic asexual, because it seems like the perfect opportunity to illustrate how it feels to be a non-romantic non-sexual being in a very romantic and sexual world. The post with the clock and the other stories is here.
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From the moment you knew what the number on your wrist meant, you hated it.
You didn’t believe in the concept of soulmates. People weren’t born with half a soul, that was a ridiculous concept. You believed that people could be important to each other, that people could love each other very deeply. But soulmates? There was no way that was real.
Because if it was, that would mean there was something wrong with you.
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