Cupid's Rising

Valentine's Day: Extended Cut

Ireland

There was a sweet boy, playing in some of the marsh. He wasn't popular by any means, I'm gonna say it's just a matter of right place right time.

I let loose an arrow at him.

He didn't flinch at the arrow piercing his chest.

They never did. None of them noticed the arrow. Just it's effects. I realized that early on in this world.

The boy was walking ahead. He didn't notice the other boy in his way until they collided.

I watched in delight as the boy I hit gawked at the boy he hit. Second boy was apologizing for the whole thing. First boy was stunned silent.

'Kiss him. Kiss him. JUST KISS ALREADY!'

Except they didn't. Second boy got up, running off. First boy hadn't moved.

As the second boy got further away, the one I hit let out a choked sound. It didn't take a genius to know he was crying. Crying because the boy he loved had walked away.

That's what all the others did. The one they loved, on some level everyone I hit with an arrow thought the other didn't love them back.

I wanted to scream in aggravation.

Nothing has worked. Nothing!

Three months of this. Not one of my plans has worked. NOT A SINGLE ONE!

If I hit one person, they cried. If I hit two, the second would fall in love with someone else. Moon forbid I hit three, because the third would fall in love with the first and just turn the whole goddamn thing into a bad Shakespeare play.

"Time to go home." I mused, hoping that target practice would get my mind off things. Like failure.

==CR==

Charleston, South Carolina

I'd changed my outfit from the monstrosity it was on my First Day(Night? day? I'm sticking with Day).

Instead of a bright dress, this was more dark gear. My legs were covered in black leggings, and black boots. The dress part I kept, it was cute. Except instead of the colorful monstrosity from before I was wearing a green/brown camo dress that kept me hidden in the trees. Around my waist I had a belt that had a small sheath for a blade.

The arrows stayed gold, my wings stayed their color too. My hair was the same obnoxiously shade of yellow. Some things I couldn't change.

Stupid Manny.

I fired an arrow at a tree.

Stupid arrows. Not doing their fucking job.

Another arrow, this one nearly hitting a squirrel.

I screamed in aggregation. "Why?!" I grumbled, looking up at the sky. It wasn't yet sunset, but I could still see the moon in the sky. He was a smug asshole like that. "Why do they never work?"

The Moon was silent.

I fired an arrow at it.

Flying across the city, I smiled down at the people below.

There weren't a lot of reasons why this place was 'home'. It was where I first woke up after dying, which was a big win.

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