Give Me Love

Chapter 2

Sweat drenched me, my chest was still swelled up with pain. It was another nightmare. Year after year, ever since my wings, I still have the same dream, not even one night have I slept like a mortal. I guessed that was the curse of an Angel.

I stretched my wings after my long sleep, watching the white feathers give off a soft glow in the bright sunlight. Luckily, no mortal could see them, and I'm glad about that.

I was wearing a tank top so I just pulled on a spaghetti strap t-shirt and some blue jeans. I walked into the kitchen and made myself some coffee. Soon after, sipping my coffee, I retreated to my own workshop.

What I do in my workshop, no one knows, and that includes my foster parents.

I grab my usual stack of supplies and drag them over to a clean table. I got busy, and began making a triangular shape for the head. Slowly, piece by piece, an arrow took it's form.

The same colour as every one of my arrowheads have; the same length of the body and the same white feathers at the end of the arrow

I sighed, shaving the wood so it was smooth. I mean... people don't generally enjoy being stabbed with a splintered arrow. I mean, who would? Once I made sure that my arrow was nice and smooth again, I sharpened the tip, making sure that it would actually work.

In my eyes, my handmade arrows had the look of simplicity, but as well as perfection.

All I had to do now was pluck out one of my own feathers from my wings and attach it to the end of the arrow.

I never knew how this worked, but after adding one of my own feathers, it became more magical than a normal arrow.

My arrows don't cause pain, they disappear into dust carried by the wind. The moment I shoot my arrows, the person I hit will fall in love with the first person that comes into their view. They'd be in so much love that they'd even forget that I was there at all.

I made a couple more arrows, grabbed my bow and headed out to the park.