This isn't your usual love story, no, this is a story of heartbreak and disappointment. You see, not all love is meant to be, not everyone can be with the one they love. Especially if they are from completely different worlds. And with one loving to...
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Cyril walked between the pillars in the courtyard, mind blank yet filled with thoughts. He was the child of a world known god, Cupid. It was great and terrible. His father being the god of love, desire was somewhat awkward. His sister, Voluptas, was arrogant and beautiful. Everyone loved her and Cyril lived in his family's shadow.
"Cyril, come back inside please," His mother shouted, her soft tone blessed everyone's ears.
Cyril gracefully made his way into the dining room where his father, mother and sister sat, all perfect posture. They were all looking at him, daring him to speak first. He stared back, gaze unwavering.
"Son, how would you like to have an assignment of sorts," His father spoke, breaking the uncomfortable silence.
"What kind of assignment?" Cyril questioned, eyes narrowing suspiciously. His father never asks him to do work unless it's impossible for him to do it himself.
" Well, all you have to do is go to the human realm and sort out a handful of couples. You're going to be staying in an old mansion, well I think that's what they're called," He explained, droning off near the end. Cyril was shocked, to say the least. He's never been to the human realm before.
"Why can't you go?" Cyril asked, obviously more spiteful than he meant as his mother gave him a look.
" All the couples you need to sort out go to..high school ", he looked at Voluptas, she nodded, "and they're all your age so you would probably be best, son, is that alright?" Cupid answered. Cyril just nodded, unsure whether he is pleased or not with this predicament.
"How long do you reckon I'll be there?" was Cyril's final question.
His father now looked nervous, " Around three, four months, potentially longer." He trailed off towards the end, anticipating his son's reaction. Cyril was in disbelief. Four months! That is a long, long time to be in the human realm.Could he bare that long? He knew nothing of the place and he was expected to last more than three months! What an unfair expectation that was! All he could do was stare blankly at his family, many emotions flashing through his face. Then he just walked off, to his room. Face down in his bed, he groaned in despair. What was he going to do in those four months? Lose his sanity most likely or die. Cyril knew nothing about the human realm, how they talked, how they lived, they ate. Nothing. Adding to the fact he had no idea how to do his fathers job just worsened everything. A sudden knock erupted his thoughts.
"Come in," his voice was muffled by his bed sheets. His mother then walked in elegant as ever. Her violet robes dancing behind her. An unreadable look was draped over her ethereal features, Cyril didn't like it, he didn't like it when anything other than happiness was on her face.
"Hi darling, are you alright?" She asked as she stroked the back of his head, a gesture she has done since he was a baby. A mumble was all she got in return. Psyche sighed softly at her son's behaviour, as she too didn't want him to go but she knew neither had control over the situation. Once her arrogant husband decided on something, no one could change it.
"I know you're worried about it, but I'm certain you will be amazing." She reassured me. Then did Cyril turn around to face his mother.
"How do you always know what's going through my head?" He questioned, actually curious to the answer. She always has from as long as he can remember till now
"That is a mothers secret, can't say," She winked, bringing a chuckle out of her son.
Psyche stood up from the bed, smiling at her youngest child. She leaned down and kissed his head, then left the room. Cyril put an arm across his eyes. His bad mood returned. Does he want to go? Does he even have a choice? No. That much was certain, he couldn't not go, it was his fathers orders. Sitting up, he started to make a mental list of all the things he wanted to take. Or was everything he needed at that house his father mentioned. Cyril got up off his bed and walked through the halls. Knowing he wouldn't walk down them for the next few months made his sour mood even more sour. Cyril stopped in front of his fathers study, knocking on the shiny door.
"Come in, Cyril," Cupid's voice called out.
Cyril walked in. Looking around, all he saw was mountains and mountains of paperwork. He could feel his father looking at him so he looked back.
"What should I take with me?" Cyril asked, looking straight into his fathers eyes, not wanting to spend more time in this room than he has to.
"Nothing, everything you will require will be there. And you will have someone that will help you with human stuff." He replied, smiling at his son the best he could. Cyril nodded and left swiftly. Before he knew it, he was back in his room, staring outside the window. He saw many people bustling around, just living, nothing more, nothing less. Cyril wanted to live but not how he was now, in fact he wouldn't even call his current situation living. His father controlled his every single move, he was more like a robot. He wanted a simple life, one where he wasn't treated differently for his status or all the unbelievable standards.
After hours, which only felt like minutes, of watching out the window, the sun dipped below the horizon, the last gasps of beauty before the death of the day. 'Soon, I'll be away from here in a completely different world', Cyril thought. Was it a good thing, he couldn't yet tell He felt his eye fall down. As if on cue, an immense feeling of fatigue. Sleep then had him in its grasp, lulling him into a world of peace and silence. Cyril knew he would need this for the whirlwind of emotions that he will experience tomorrow, he was scared he'd never admit it but he was. Scared at what was going to happen, if he would do a good job but mostly that he would find that person who he could not live without once they met, he was truly terrified.
