Cupid & Psyche

Cupid & Psyche: Chapter Twenty-Eight

Ahahahac; Hello guys, peace if you got mixed up but... I couldn't give a hint about what's happening so might as well just read on... =) BTW, I placed some lyrics again... Kind of got carried away again! Haha

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Chapter Twenty-Eight

They said when you’re in love, there’s nothing like happiness. But then it’s also nothing like too much pain. They say that if you love someone, you should fight for it. But it’s wrong… because who am I going to fight for if someone else is in his heart?

There are so many things I wanted to say to him but never had. Like: You have the most amazing eyes. Please give me that hat you always wear. I think our souls are meant to be together. What kind of perfume is that? I love him but I cannot show it, want him but he cannot know it, need him but I know it'll never be, if only he needed me.

Sometimes, I think I’m already over him but when I see him smile, I'll suddenly realize that I’m just pretending to be over him just to ease the pain of knowing he'll never be mine.

‘Psyche, what song will it be?’ I blinked at Venus when she asked me the musical piece that I had to give to the musicians.

My eyebrows met as I thought of a good song then one thing came into my mind.

‘Happy Birthday…?’ my sentence trailed into a question instead.

‘Don’t tell me he didn’t tell you.’ Venus face almost turned pale.

‘I didn’t so my mistake.’ I heard Cupid answer for me. ‘Don’t worry I’ll find a way to this.’ he continued before Venus could freak out. But she didn’t and she left us alone at the back stage.

‘Do we really have to sing? Can’t I just dance?’ yeah right, like I could dance!

He looked at me as if he read my mind about “like I could dance”.

‘Fine, can’t I just draw instead or paint instead or sketch instead—‘

‘Or run away instead?’ he continued.

I sighed. ‘This is so on the spot.’

‘So you can’t do it?’ he raised an eyebrow. ‘I thought you’re a pretty good singer.’

I pouted my lips. ‘I can do it! Just give me some time!’

He gave me one of his signature smirks. ‘I thought so too.’

Then he started to walk away from me.

‘Where are you going?’ I found myself asking.

‘I’m going to give my musical piece to the musicians.’

I nodded.

‘You should prepare yours. I’ll look forward to it.’ he said and he grinned at me.

I snickered. ‘Sure.’

Before leaving he looked at me like one of those long and lingering stares that he does to me that really freaks me out.

‘What, do I have something again on my face?’ I touched my face and searched for something.

‘Step number four.’ He said as he continues to look at me.

I frowned at him. ‘Number four…?’

He just faint a smile and he placed his hands in his pockets.

‘I’m just glad that God gave me you.’