"Cure for love. What can I do for you?" I grumble into the phone.
It's another sappy teenager with crush problems. I mentally gag, then give it to them straight.
"Look kid, this is just a crush. He is so not going to be the love of your life. It ain't working out, it never will. So save yourself the trouble and go do some homework, will you?" I massaged my temples as the angsty teen started yelling into the phone and the line went silent.
Seconds later it started ringing again.
"Cure for-"
"Perce. It's me."
My throat went dry, and I felt tears welling up in my eyes.
"Um, the helpline is currently unavailable," I choked out hoarsely. "P-please call again later."
"No, don't-please Persephone."
I take the call off the air.
"What do you want?" I whisper, afraid that if I bring my voice above that, then I'd start crying uncontrollably.
"To know why you told me you loved me, then broke my heart and left."
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Cure for Love
Short StoryPercy Teller can be best described as the pessimistic realist daughter of Cupid. Armed with a nighttime talk show aimed at solving people's love lives and all the problems that arise, she fires off [mostly misplaced] arrows of reality and advice int...
