Outcast Oneshot book #3

Love hurts. (Prologue)

So.. This is just a prologue idea thing, not sure what to call it.. That I've had for quite a while.

And I want to make it into a full on story, but I'm not great at finishing things.. -_-

Maybe it'll be up to you guys on how it continues!

Enjoy!

Not gonna lie, Romeo be looking fine af.

If the picture is there you'll see what I mean. ;)

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You let out a sigh as your restless eyes lingered on the ceiling, your mind racing, while your arms rested behind your head.

When you turned twenty, you thought you'd find someone by now. I mean, sure relationships weren't everything but.. It would be nice to have someone to talk to at least..

You roll onto your side, eyes trailing down to the big puffy cat by your ankles snoozing away.

You give his head a pat while you thought to yourself.

You haven't even been on a date with anyone before. You've had crushes, but they didn't last or you found out your crush was already taken.

It seemed like everyone had a match or someone except you. You've spent many Valentine's alone.

And.. You had this long time crush you were friends with, but he never made a move on you. You two still talked but only saw each other only so often.

The TV seemed to mock you with its stupid romance movie marathon. You huffed and turned off the TV. Felix looked at you then closed his eyes again.

You remembered all the stories you've read over Cupid. All the times you studied the baby with a bow and arrow.

One arrow to the heart and you'd be smitten with the next person shot. Kinda scary having your chest pierced with an arrow but, if it worked than so be it.

Come to think of it.. Did anyone even know what Cupid looked like? I mean there was the baby silhouette but.. In Greek mythology he was much older.

You left your room and stepped out into the living room to look through your books again.

Your mother knew of your weird obsession with love and mythology, so she would visit the library once a week to get you a book or two.

She had bought you a new one yesterday and you hadn't read it yet. Shrugging your shoulders, you pulled the book into your lap.

What was strange about this book was how it looked. It almost looked like a journal of some kind. On its cover was the same pink baby silhouette of Cupid, but.. It was shaped differently. A halo was above it's head.

You flipped open the book and saw a signature. 'Artsy', it was a little smudged. You lift a brow and begin to skim through the pages.

There was a note folded into one of the pages. You opened it and it read.

"To whomever finds this, I wish the best of luck. Love is a complicated thing, but I'm sure they'll teach you soon enough.

"You may have picked this book up out of curiosity, or maybe your lonely heart lead you to it. Whatever your reason may be, remember, no one can love you more than you love yourself."

-Artsy.

"Huh.." You murmur. "What did they mean by 'they'll teach you'? I always though Cupid was the one for love.. Does he have helpers?" You ask yourself, folding the paper and putting it back in the book.