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

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Cupid ate alone at lunch.

She looked down at the half-eaten sandwich she had laying on her tray, head resting lazily on her palm. She let out a yawn, she didn't feel like eating at all. Cupid just felt tired.

So tired.

A few pairs of eyes were on her. Cupid didn't know who they belonged to, but she felt it. And she heard their whispers. Cupid pushed their voices to the back of her mind, staring emptily at the empty space in front of her. Her eyes felt heavy, they were rimmed and dark. Cupid's face was pale, her usual blush faded away from her cheeks. She felt hollow, and she was sure she also looked the part.

She looked at her arms. The bruises from the horrific night with Eros were now gone. She didn't know whether to be relieved or not. Proof. Proof of what he did to her, has healed. The scars, the bruises, they've healed. Cupid's hand slowly went up to touch her head, her fingers going into her hair to touch the skin. It too, was healed, leaving only a scar behind.

But she certainly hasn't.

It felt unfair.

All these marks, have stopped bleeding, but the pain kept on throbbing from the inside.

It felt unfair, that the physical scars have all healed, but her heart still bled, gushing from the deepest parts of her soul.

She wished she could heal, just as fast as her body did.

She wished she was a clean slate, reborn and innocent, able to forget everything that had happened.

Everything.

She regretted everything that she has ever done.

The memories left a permanent mark, and everywhere she goes, nightmares seemed to follow.

And she has no one.

Absolutely no one.

All that was left, was nothing.

"We need to talk."

Cupid felt her body stop.

She looked up through her eyelashes. 

And there he was, in all of his glory, Alistair Wonderland, with a solemn look on his face. 

Cupid's eyes moved to her right. She could see Bunny, standing far away from them, a curious look on her face. Cupid lifted her head from her palm, eyes going back to Alistair. "Let me guess," she said coldly, "She sent you here."

Alistair sighed. "No, but she's sure concerned." He put his hands in his pockets. "I need to talk to you," he gulped, "Please."

Cupid bit her cheek. His tone was desperate.

"We're all concerned Cupid. You've been eating barely anything, and I bet that you didn't sleep either."

Cupid looked down, her eyelids shutting.

"I-" she inhaled, "I'm fine, Alistair."

Alistair let out a frustrated sigh. His hands went into his hair, making it messy. His jaw clenched. "Look, Cupid, I know, things have been weird between us, ever since..." he looked pained, "You know."

Cupid almost scoffed.

"But you're my best friend, I can't-"

Cupid's head snapped up. She inhaled, crossing her arms on the table as she pushed her lunch tray away. She looked sharply into his eyes, face stern.

"How does it feel Alistair, to talk about our feelings for each other, all while the love of your life is directly watching us right now?"

Alistair's body stiffened.