Philophobia (n) (Greek philia, love + phobia, fear) - a fear of falling in love/emotional attachment. *One kiss, two kiss, three kiss, four, suddenly all we knew has changed; once more.* What would you do if your friend was depressed, and you could do nothing but watch, because it was your fault? What would you do if you knew someone who could freeze time for you, and you thought they kept you safe, but were plotting against you? What would you do, if you were in love, but it suddenly hit you that you were the last in pass the parcel, that last to unwrap the taunting layer to reveal a broken, rotten soul beneath it and you had to take it home? Would you close into yourself? End yourself? Or would you dig a well into your soul and try to drown it in attempts of ignorance and disposal while it eats away just about every form of confidence you had? Soon you would realise none of it is up to you anymore. Soon, your fate will emerge, no matter what path you turn. And it always ends in just one word. What will yours be?
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