Cupid & Psyche

Cupid & Psyche: Chapter Eight (Revised Chapter)

(Due to the fact that the original chapter eight was locked into private reading—don’t ask me why because I don’t know either, it’s the reason why I revised this chapter so that everyone could read it. Enjoy reading!)

Chapter Eight (REVISED)

The thing when you are being torn between two lovers is the fact that you only love one but you cannot let go of the other. I found myself thinking, because the heart is only one right? So there is no reason for another room for another true love. Am I correct? But the thing is, when the heart lets go, the mind holds back and when the mind decides to hold back, so will the heart.

Love is a topsy-turvy ride like being in a roller coaster. There are ventricular ups and downs and you feel nauseated and sedated and then your heart just goes off. Sometimes, I think people who are in love were hit by a train because they’re not using their head.

But what did I learn from love? Nothing but it comes unexpected and it hurts when it’s taken for granted.

Argh. I don’t know why I’m thinking all over this four letter words. Four letter words mold into one to form a word but it kept coming in and out of my head since I lay down on my bed. Maybe it’s the Cupid thing. No. Maybe it’s the Andrew thing that bothers me. Huh?

Andrew hasn’t responded to me since last night. Usually, by seven o’clock he would flood me with corny text messages but right now, even a “Hi, how are you?” message is out of my phone. I feel horrible that Cupid might have told Andrew about our little “arrangement” the other night. Maybe he’s mad at me. Oh I hope he’s not mad at me. But then Andrew is human like everyone else, he feels and I’m the one who’s hurting him. I’m I leading him on because I know he has this thing on me?

I opened my message box to send Andrew a message telling him about Cupid and me but then, thinking about Cupid… argh. I deleted the whole thing. He is such a major distraction to my head and my heart. How can he control both systems at once? What the hell is he doing to me? Just thinking of his name seems to be a button to both human parts. The mind and the heart. I should not stress myself over these or else I will look like a zombie for rehearsals tomorrow.

So, to distract myself, I went downstairs to play catch with my Beagle named Beagle. He is a cute and chubby dog given to me by Andrew. I threw his favorite ball off the yard while I kept thinking it as Cupid’s head. Imagining his face in the ball, I threw it off harder and higher than I thought that it flew off to the Confiar’s backyard. Great. I have a good arm to further humiliate myself. It was a good thing no one’s at the backyard. So I tiptoed myself in, but then I was so damn wrong. Not far from our fence, I can already see my sister behind a tree trunk across the lawn. Her blonde, curly hair was unmistakable. And who was she talking to?

Cupid?

I was about to walk away and leave her to her own business when Cupid steps out of the light. Immediately, I dive on the bushes like it’s the sea. Crap. I’ll have bruises all over but no time to think of that right now. The thing is, why’s she and why’s he talking?

“Cupid, you know we’re not done!” I hear my sister’s voice ring out of their backyard. Jeez, I don’t want to be in her shoes.

“Stop it, Pers, you’re the one whoended it remember?” Cupid says as he walks up to their back door. Persephone grabs his arm to turn him. Cupid takes her hand off of him. The word “annoyed” is all over his face.

“You can’t walk away from me!”

“Yes, I can, Pers, I’m with Psyche now.”

Persephone scoffs as she crosses her arms. “No, you’re not. Stop playing this game. I know you don’t want her.”

“Oh you’d be surprise.” He tells her with a grin and that soured her mood.

“She doesn’t even like you.” she snaps like it’s poison to her lips.

“Why would I care? Sooner or later she will. You did. It’ll be easy.” She tells her. Ouch.

There it went, out of his god-like lips. I knew it. From the start I knew it. But I refused to believe.

When I thought I heard enough, I went straight for our back door and rush up the stairs to my room. But even then, I can still hear my sister’s screams and Cupid’s voice. I can still hear him say that he only wants to play with me.

As I lay my head in my pillow, I try to think if I have a better head or a better heart. But I cannot decide. It seems like I have a stupid both. Why haven’t I seen that before? My sister and Cupid. They must have been together all along and yet because I was trying to be blind of Cupid I didn’t see at all. I didn’t see that it was there. What could be more of a threat than have your twin sister be your rival? Rival? How can she be my rival when she’s the one he chose in the very beginning?

I guess what I was afraid to say is that I was scared. Scared that what Cupid did to Persephone might also happen to me. Now, I realize with the turn of events we’ve made, my sister couldn’t warm up with me because for her, I will always be her rival. I never wanted to be younger. I didn’t intend everything to happen. If Pers really want Cupid, I’d swap positions with her if I have to. My sister is much more important to me than any other guy. Besides, what I feel for Cupid is just a crush. There is nothing more.

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