Cupid & Psyche

Cupid & Psyche: Chapter Twenty-three

Chapter Twenty-Three

It was Cupid.

Cupid was the first one who shot an arrow at me and made my first heart beat. I don’t know why my heart still beats for him until now even though I refuse to. Because it’s kind of hard to wait for someone you know will never be yours.

But as time goes by and the more I get to be close to him, my love for him increases and I get more afraid that the lonelier I think I’ll be. Wow that sure sounds like from a movie. Yet sometimes I get this silly little stupid thought inside my head that somehow in this nonsensical love story of mine, Cupid might be right about the “Destiny” thing. Why would we be brought up together? Why are we together right now? Maybe God just loves me so much. Hahaha. But right now I suppress the urge to be kill joy and savor the moment with him. Besides, I won’t lose anything, right? I wish my heart could stay inside my body while I’m with him.

“Don’t you think it’s even weirder because our number is 143 which is—”

“I love you.” I said the meaning before he does and make him think I’m a total dope for not knowing what 143 is.

“Yeah,” he smiles at me. There’s a little blush on his face or I don’t know. I must be hallucinating or maybe it’s the red light that makes him red. “I love you too.” He finishes.

Whoa. My whole body froze. I opened my mouth to say something but none came out except air. I swear I can swallow that air back so that I can breathe again.

Then he smirks at me. “Joke!” he says with a peace sign in the air.

I hit his chest, on my second attempt to strangle him he held my hand right there and that’s when I almost freaked out. But—

Click

Oh no! What’s this?!

“Brail, what are you doing?!” I shouted at him as he locked us both in a shackle. Then I turned to Cupid who was laughing.

“This is some kind of prank is it?” I turned to Cupid and he acted like he was in shock. “I knew it.” and he really has the guts to say that it was Destiny! Well, he can eat his entire destiny in his butt!

I turned around and started to walk away. I swear I did. Well, at least I’ve tried to walk away. But I was like walking on a treadmill. I turned around and he was still there standing, watching me as I do try the walking thing while he’s glued on the ground. That’s when I got really pissed off. Especially when it’s mixed with faces that wanted to threw daggers at me.

“Why are you still there?” I glared up at him.

His eyebrows rose in fascination at me and then he laughed. “Are you okay?” he looks at me as if I’m a lunatic. Yeah, I guess I am because he’s with me. Shut it! Then he raises both of our hands that were shackled.

Oh fuck. Damn it I forgot.

“Do you want to check the Hunted University booth?” he asked and the normalcy in his voice made the smoke out of my ears like a honking train.

I gave him a frown. “I don’t like going into horror rooms.”

“You’re afraid of ghosts.”

I laughed nervously at him. How come I won’t be nervous? I am shackled with Cupid Confiar. Ghosts are not my primary concern right now. “Nope.”

He laughs and he didn’t even bother to hide his snide plan from me. Well, if he thinks he can just easily take me anywhere, he is badly mistaken. There is no way in this world that can make me run along with Mr. Lover boy while I’m in-shackles with him.