One That is Us

Chapter One

There are three types of lovers in the world. From a quick glance, their love seems complicated, but broken down they are understood in the simplest form. You have your, Fillers. So desperate for love, sleeping with anyone who gives them attention or jumping into a relationship with strangers. A hopeless love that breaks them more and triggers the cycle again. The Broken are no better, maybe even worst. They don't even entertain the idea of love. Being heart-shattered by their so-called true love. They rather risk getting every venereal disease, sleeping around unsafely. Humping anything they attract. Then  there is content. A perfect balance of fillers and broken. Some having heartbreaks. Some never even experiencing a crush. They simply enjoy their life, focusing on other aspects of their life. Taking things slow with people, and rarely or if it all, hooking up with people. Oh, how far humans have wandered, farther and farther from true love. But sporadically I stumble across a love so strong it makes me, Aphrodite, jealous.  I liked dabbling with the love lives of humans. I took pity for them when they were punished. Lucky, since I'm the Goddess of Love, my help was seen to Zeus as me doing my mere duty. I've played matchmaker for millions, if not billions. Yet one young girl every stumped me. Lyla Evans. Daughter of Carla and Micheal Evans. She was a filler, even though she tried to hide herself as a content. A beautiful girl. Sun-kissed skin, brown doe-eyes, light freckles peppered her cheeks and  the tip of her nose. She was slim yet blessed with curves, and long beautiful legs making her taller than most females. She even had gotten a pretty spine tattoo of flowers. I will never understand why anyone would want to mark their perfectly sculpted body, but the markings suited her. She had the best personality a human mate could have. Funny, caring, sensitive, loyal, honest and so much more. She definitely had a heart of gold. If this girl loved you, she would do anything for you, no matter how right or wrong it was. Your happiness was her number one priority. And that was her downfall. She sometimes smothered. Or she would put so much on the line getting in trouble for someone who would never do the same for her. Over the years since first falling in love at 16, she had gotten better. But no matter how much she wanted to be content. Her true nature as a filler always dominated. Even now, as I watch her from the high heavens.  She sneaks around a strange man's bed. Only have meeting him last night, she felt he would do for a night s blessing. Making her fill a little less alone. But as she sneaked around the sleeping man's house searching for the clothing, the shame slowly snuck its way into her veins. Successful sneaking out and not even leaving the man a note, she walked her way through the city and into her apartment. As Lyla walked, the feeling of shame hit her hard. Another night of non-meaningful sex. The sex was okay, nothing to brag too much about. And the guy was hot. But it was simply another one-night stand. Another mistake to keep her mind off her ex. For the past six months, this cycle is all she has known. Sleeping with strangers or friends with benefits because she needed to be held and feel loved. Talking to any guy that said she was pretty and giving her attention, hoping it turns into a relationship. As she showered, scrubbing all the pain and regret from her, a sudden banging was heard on her door. She wasn't expecting anyone today. The thought crossed her mind of letting the person just wait in the hopes that they leave. But the banging only grew louder, sounding as if the door might break off its hinges. Hurrying, she turns the water off and throws on her robe. Running to the door before it could actually fall from its hinges, she whipped open the door without looking. Looking into a sharp gray pair of eyes,
knocking the breath out of her.