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

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They finally found an area cool enough to sit down on.

Time seemed to pass like a blur.

Cupid was too distracted to focus on their conversations.

Her mind kept replaying the events of yesterday, doubt clouding in her heart. As she sat on the red cloth over the grass, she glanced at Alistair, who was talking to Bunny. She watched as his face lit up into the sweetest grin. Cupid felt the corners of her lips lift up at his bright demeanour. It fell as her eyes moved an inch to Bunny. Cupid sighed quietly, reminding herself that she wasn't the reason for the beautiful smile, sitting on top of his beautiful face.

She felt her finger twitched.

Why?

A deep breath escaped her.

Her fingers balled into fists.

Why not her?

She felt a palm resting on her fist.

Cupid awoken out of her thoughts as she snapped her head up, coming face to face with the warm eyes of none other than Alice. She loosened her grip, shoulders relaxing. Alice frowned, tilting her head slightly.

"What's wrong?" she asked softly.

Cupid's eyes glanced at Alistair for a quick second. She put a smile on her face, shaking her head. "It's nothing, just a bit tired," she answered. Alice didn't miss the way Cupid glanced at her son. A knowing look appeared on her face. She pat Cupid's hand, sighing.

"Oh Cupid."

Cupid bit her cheek, forcing out a small chuckle.

"What?"

Alice smiled sadly.

"Do you love him?"

Cupid froze, her lips parting.

"W-what?"

Alice looked into Cupid's eyes, and Cupid felt naked.

Cupid sucked in a breath. "Love-" she felt her smile waver, "Love who?" Alice turned her head, looking at her son, and the girl her son loved. Bunny and Alistair were happily talking to each other, caught in each other's presence, their own atmosphere. Cupid's eyes also moved to the both of them, her smile vanishing. Alice knows, she thought. Alice shook her head, her lips letting out a soft chuckle.

"Young love," she whispered, "How complicated."

Cupid looked down at her lap. "Yeah," she whispered back. Her eyes looked up to the sky, eyebrows furrowing. The bright sky was slowly turning grey. She let out a breath.

"I'm not cursed, am I?" she muttered. Alice stared at her with concern. "I think I'm cursed, Alice."

"What makes you say that, dear?"

Cupid pulled her eyes away from the darkening sky. She shrugged. "It's just-" she looked away, "I have the ability, this skill and gift to grant other people love, help them with their broken hearts," her breath stuck in her throat, "But not mine..."

Cupid let out a dry laugh, "Never mine," she whispered.

"Cupid-"

Cupid scoffed quietly, "It's just not fair, isn't it?" Her downcast eyes met Alice's, "It's my ultimate purpose, to serve love on everybody's plates, and leave mine empty."

Alice stayed silent. She smiled, bringing her hand up to touch Cupid's cheek. Cupid inhaled deeply. Alice looked at her with such care. "Cupid, you are not cursed," her voice insistent as she spoke, but still filled with softness, "I'm sorry that all this time you've felt that way, my dear Cupid."