So close but so far away, A case file
As you wander through the library, you find an old folder, tattered, with a single note attached to the cover, reading:
"For those who are different, for those who have too much love, and yet, too none at all, read here."
Curious, you open the folder. A series of papers and one photo fall out, with a tag on one saying "read first."
You pick the folder up, and begin examining the documents.
Hello to whoever is reading this,
I have a magical property. All the people who interact with me, in any way, fall in love with me. You might think it's good, to have it easy finding lovers, to have whichever people you like at your fingertips, but it's not. For seemingly everyone who loves you, loves you because of it. You don't know who would love you without it. You can scour the archives, the libraries, know every little bit about them, yet still never get close to the eternal question of Would they like me back?
And so, for a while, I had myself closed off from love. I stopped crushes in their tracks, moved when I liked someone, anything to stop the curse taking hold in anyone I wanted to accept. And yet there's this one person who just makes it impossible to do so. I wish I could just be selfish for once. But even me being selfish isn't happy for me, because I always wonder if the love is false. And so, I went to the library, and slipped in the shelves this case file, so that maybe, perhaps, someone will come forward with a cure. It is all I can hope for. If you know literally anything, please, please contact me here: ███████████████████. I'm usually on the ██████ plane of existence, in world ████████. Thank you so, so much.
You pick up the next one, labeled with a two front and back with a yellowing adhesive sticker.
Update:
I've found stuff throughout the years, things that tell of my condition. It is rare, naturally, but also does have a cure. The only known one so far, perhaps the only way entirely. To be in a relationship with another. It seems to have evolved to make it easier to find love, but become rarer due to the often opposite effects it has. You can't get in one then leave, it will just resume. I have little hope now. It seems the only way. I will keep this in the archives, for others to see and learn the unfortunate truth. It at least is better than wondering.
There is another one, three, it's labeled. As you flip it over, though, you see this one is handwritten, seemingly scrawled messily on something, maybe even the folder you are holding.
I don't know for sure, but if this is you, ███████, please, please come and see me. I NEVER fell in love with you. Not even a crush. I saw other people who talked to you a little, infatuated at first glance. But never me. I was always confused. And i'm not aromantic or asexual. And I think I know why. But I don't want to write it here, I'm worried someone might misuse it and it's a little personal. I've tried to find you but I have no idea where you are now that you scribbled out your location. I'm so sorry you had to go through this. I hope you find love soon.
- ████ from ██████████████ at ████████
You realized you also picked up the fourth piece of paper with the third, this one also seemed to be scribbled on a piece of printer paper.
I had no idea if I would ever go back to this. I suppose it was because I randomly was in the area and still had a small bit of hope left. And I'm so glad I did. I don't know how long it's been, or if he's even still there, but I have a feeling he's there. At least I hope he is. I'm going right away. If I find him, I will come back and put the information on how to stop this in here. If not… well, I don't want to think about that.
You instinctively reach down for the next paper but there's nothing there. But… then why would… Oh! The photo! You crouch down, and find that it had slid under the shelf. Picking it up, you see there's something clipped to the photo (OOC: Will add text later).
