“Let’s play a game” He said. “What game?” I asked. “Catch me, Cupid game” He smiled. “How do you play that game?” I asked again, confused. “Simple, you need to run and escape from Cupid for one week” He smiled again, showing his teeth. “And then?” I raise my eyebrow. “You’ll find out when the game’s over” he brushed my hair before he left me. I forgot to ask him who’s gonna play as Cupid!
Its been a week and today, the school is celebrating a festival. Students all over the place were wearing a mask, and you’ll never know which is which. From the rooftop, I saw those colorful mask that those students have on their faces. Will I ever knew if it was him? If it was Cupid? I left the rooftop without thinking too much, I need to relax. I need to calm myself. Why did I have to agree to that game? This is the last day for Cupid to find me, but what if he or she does? And then what? I really don’t know but the thing is… I didn’t see him for one week. Is he Cupid? or he’s just too busy to talk to me.
I look up to see the wonderful blue sky, even when the sun’s around, it’s still cold and killing my skin. I wear my big black leather jacket with a brown fur. People are looking, and I don’t know why, even with their mask on, I can tell that they are really staring at me. Did Cupid told everyone to search for me? but I’m wearing a mask! How can they even knew that it was me? There’s gotta be a reason. I look around and found someone’s shadow beneath the huge narra tree. Cupid! He’s everywhere! And I can feel it, he’s no where to be found because he’s following me and hiding somewhere.I walk fast, faster… and then I bump to someone.
“Sorry, sorry” I said, I raise my head to look at the guy, whoever he is.
“Zia” he murmured. It was him! I looked around, Cupid is still out there, watching me from afar. It means one thing… he’s not Cupid.
“Cupid’s following me” I said, frowning.
“Well, good luck” he smiled then wave goodbye.He left me again, dumbfounded. What is this game?
I stand at the middle of the ground, thinking on how I can escape from Cupid. This is the game, I need to win. I need to escape from him. Before I start to look for answers, I run quickly to the main hall, there was no one around. Statues of different Greek God’s was there, Zeus, Hera, Aphrodite, Venus, Hades, and many more, but there’s a big square size metal with no statue, from the looks of it, someone cut the statue, and it’s….Cupid’s place. No one cut it, Cupid is really here. What should I do?
I clench my fists when I heard some footsteps, he’s here. I tried to look around, to search for a place where I could hide, and then I saw a room, and I entered that place. There were white cloths and empty boxes. My knees and hands were shaking, I’m afraid. I’m scared. What might Cupid would do to me? Will he kill me with his bow? Will he stab me on my heart… just like he always does? I felt my tears falling on my cheeks and I easily remove them using my palm. I won’t cry! I need to win. I won’t let Cupid find me, I won’t let him. But why?… why can’t I stop crying? I need to win. I want to win. Please. I hug my own self and knees to take away the pain I’m enduring right now. I need to win this game. For him and for me.
When I can’t hear anymore sounds, I unlock the door and look around, there were no sounds of footsteps anymore, and no sign of Cupid. I look at the statue, Cupid is still searching for me, but I won’t let him see me. Never.
And when I took two steps outside the room, Cupid jumps on the floor, he’s hiding at the ceiling and I didn’t know it. His soft, warm hand covered my eyes and then I felt his own bow, stabbing my heart… slowly… and before I close my eyes he whispered the words I didn’t expect to hear “Game Over”
I realize that… as far as I keep escaping from Cupid, there’s no such thing that I can win in his game.
When I open my eyes and get back to reality, my tears fell to the ground, I was crying and, no one can hear it… not even him. Even the wind is trying to keep me calm by his warm breeze that keep flowing through the air and making my skin to shiver. I was at the big Narra tree and I can see the leaves falling slowly. I quickly pick up my notebooks, but then, he appeared in front of me out of nowhere, helping to me pick up my notebooks and books.He smiled at me and held my hands.
“Let’s play a game” He said. “What game?” I asked. This is it. I can’t escape this. The real truth that I keep escaping. “You’ll know it at the classroom” He squeezed my hands and then he started to run, he’s holding my hands, like he didn’t want me to go, like he wanted me to be with him forever. Like he wanted to touch my hands with his. Like his trying to make me feel protected, like he’s making my heart calm down, like he wanted to be around with me, like he’s… falling in love.
I keep my eyes close to cherish the moments before I say the words that teared my heart apart.
Its Game Over.
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Operation Centuria: The First 25
Ficção AdolescenteThis is the first thirty stuff of the Operation Centuria series. It is a compilation of short stories by three different authors.