The Second Time Cupid Fell - C.A Cupid × Alistair Wonderland

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Cupid looked out the window, eyes dull and empty.

Her fingertips felt the cushion she was sitting on, it was soft, velvet. She watched, as the rain slowly stopped, going from a heavy pour, to a drizzle, and then stopping fully.

Stopping completely, like it never happened. But the ground was all wet and muddy, the glass stained with raindrops, proof, that it happened.

As Cupid sat there, she felt hollow.

It was as if nothing ever happened.

As if her life didn't just flip upside down.

But the proof was there.

Her heart, shattered on the ground, all muddy. Her brain, tainted and broken.

She was there.

And she hated that she was present, as living proof of the abuse that she encountered for all her life.

"How are you liking your new room?"

Her voice was soft.

Cupid slowly turned her head to Psyche. Psyche smiled. "I know it's not looking its best at the moment," she inhaled, looking around the room, "But, once we fix the wallpaper and add some decorations," she clasped her hands together, "I think it would be a dream of a room, don't you agree?"

Cupid stayed silent, looking at her.

Psyche waited for her response.

Her smile fell quickly once she realized Cupid wasn't going to answer.

"Okay, I'll cut the crap." She walked closer to Cupid, pointing at the empty space beside her, "May I sit?" she asked. Cupid was still silent, but she gave her a small nod. Psyche gracefully sat down beside Cupid, patting down her dress.

For a short moment, they simply sat there together, not a word in the air.

Psyche looked at her, then back to her hands in her lap, looking unsure if she should say anything, and what she should say.

But Cupid broke the silence.

She inhaled slowly, then exhaled.

"So I'll be living here from now on?" she asked, her voice merely a whisper. Psyche turned her head to Cupid, she looked wary. "If I said yes," she shrugged, "What would you think about that?"

Cupid looked down, thinking.

She shrugged back.

"I don't know," she raised her head, watching a drop of rain roll down the glass window.

Just a few hours ago, she was sitting in this exact position. On her bed, watching the rain from her window, her heart beating out of her chest, scared out of her mind. And now, she was also sitting on a bed, a new one, watching the remains of rain bury themselves in the ground, her heart thrumming softly. Funny how so much can change in such a short moment of time.

"I'll spend most of my time in Ever After High anyway," she said, "I will only have to go back when I need to, and maybe on holidays. So, it doesn't really matter, does it? Whether this will be my new home or not."

Psyche opened her lips, then closed it again. She bowed her head slightly, "I suppose you're right."

They sat in silence again.

One of them couldn't stand the silence, and the tension that hung in the air.

Psyche grimaced, turning her body fully to Cupid. "Look, I'm not going to sit here, and pretend that we're all family now, and that today was just a normal day, uneventful and boring, like I'm-" she bit her lip, an exhale escaping her, "Like I'm your mother." Cupid was snapped to reality by her choice of words. She raised her eyebrows, sitting straight as she listened. "Because I was never a mother figure to you, I understand that." Psyche looked like it pained her to talk about this. "But you have to understand, it wasn't because I didn't care," her voice had a tinge of desperation in them, "Eros, he- he never lets me see you, but I- I care about you, truly I do."

Cupid watched as Psyche bit down on her lip, "He told everyone that I was crazy," she sounded bitter and hurt, "That I was mentally unfit to raise you as my daughter."

Cupid looked at the floor. Psyche continued, "It's been so hard for you. And I'm sorry. For not being there-"

Cupid raised her hand dismissively. "It's fine-"

"-No, it's not fine-"

"No, Psyche, it really is," Cupid insisted, her tone harsh. Psyche closed her mouth. Cupid bit her cheek, her eyebrows furrowing.

"I'm sorry, it's-it's been a long day."

Psyche shook her head, "I know, I'm sorry."

Cupid put her head in her hands, wincing. She felt the gauze on her head, the blood cleaned and dried now. "It's just," Cupid lifted her head, "After all that happened, I thought that I'd feel free, once it's all over, but-" she sighed, shoulders slumping, "I don't. I only feel more trapped, still running around in an endless cycle, even when he's not here."

Psyche reluctantly put her hand on Cupid's back, patting caringly.

"Baby steps, Cupid."

Cupid sniffled, wiping her eyes furiously. Psyche sighed. "I know that I was never there for you," she looked down, "But I'm here now, I promise."

Cupid wanted to push Psyche's hand off of her. She didn't want her comforting touch, she didn't even want her presence. But she let her, accepted her touch. Her father's face kept replaying in her head, and she wanted so badly to make it all go away. To kick him out of her mind. She felt guilty, as if she was the one who betrayed him. She had to tell herself for the millionth time, that it wasn't true.

That she did what she had to do.

That she did what was right.

That she couldn't stay in his trap for the rest of her life, ensnared in his poisonous vines.

She broke free.

And even though it didn't feel right at that moment, it will get better, she reminded herself, the words repeating in her brain over and over again as she had to try and convince herself.

It will be okay in the end.

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