Serie de escritos cortos en los que vierto mi depresión.
Kara, Mon-El and Lena are asexual and somehow they end up in a polimory where love is what matters and sex never happens.
I'm terrible at summaries. Sorry.
She knows that what she is doing is not right, that she is not supposed to show so much of her true colours, but when Lena looks at her in that way, like everybody else seems to do, looking without really doing so. It enrages her. Makes her feel even more fake and sharp and empty and alone than she normally feels.