Cupid can't exist, can he? Isn't he a myth? Your question was answered when on valentine's day, AKA your birthday, Cupid shows up. All your life, you've been grown around hate, and he's there to change that. But what happens when Cupid's love become...
You ran a hand through your (H/C) locks, exhausted from this day, already ready for it to end. You despised all this love. You just desired to go home.
Exhaling softly, you smiled once you saw your house. If there was anything you really loved, it would be your precious, sweet home. You inserted the silver keys into the lock, opening the door and stepping inside. You approached the kitchen to get a drink, catching sight of a note on the refrigerator.
Dear (Y/N)
Your father and I decided to go out together. It is valentine's day after all! Feel free to go hang out with friends or with your boyfriend... If you have one. We'll be back around six.
No parties in the house, please.
Love, Your mother
You tore off the note, throwing it away. You fixed yourself some [drink] and relaxed. You flicked on the TV, skimming through the channels. You were annoyed to see they were all related to valentine's day.
You settled on staring at the black screen, throwing down the remote.
You sipped your [drink], closing your (E/C) orbs.
You approached your mother quietly as she made a meal for her and her husband. You were famished, desiring at least a little bit of food.
"Mommy?" You asked softly.
Your mother sighed in annoyance, turning to you.
"What is it?" She asked sharply.
You flinched from her harsh tone, but you were desperate. "I-I'm hungry... I haven't eaten for two days..."
She glared daggers at you, causing you to cower. Fuming quietly to herself, she placed some vegetables onto a plate, giving it to you. You beamed and began eating quickly.
"Stop eating like a pig!"
She turned away, continuing to cook.
She said something then that you would never forget, something forever drilled in your mind. It paused you from eating.
"You're an accident, you know that? A mistake. I never meant to have you."
Your eyes fluttered open, realizing you had fallen asleep. Tears were actually coming down your cheeks. Of course you had a dream of that moment, the most painful moment of your life. Emotionally, anyway. That was the moment when your heart built itself armor.
You wiped away your tears frantically. Checking the clock, you saw that it was five thirty, not long until your parents return... Your adopted parents.
You chuckled lightly to yourself whenever you put away your drink.
Perhaps my real mother was right... Maybe I am a mistake.
"That's not true, and you know it."
You jumped from the sudden, unfamiliar voice behind you. In the doorway, stood a tall, slim male, appearing to be a late teenager.
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He had light brunette locks, light magenta hues. He wore a suit, a neat black tie.
You immediately panicked. "Who are you!?" You demanded as you grabbed the nearest object to be used as a weapon.
He smiled charmingly.
"Cupid. But I much prefer to be called Eros."
You eyed him, clutching the glass plate you picked up.
"You don't believe me? Well then, I can tell in your heart you've been through pain in your past which is still affecting you today. You were grown around hatred... And I came here to fix that. And how could I have gotten in any other way? Your windows and doors were all locked."
Needless to say, you were shocked.
"Who the hell are you?"
"I told you. Cupid as humans call me. But I find Eros more suiting."
"N-No... Cupid is a myth! There's no such thing!" You exclaimed with wide eyes.
"Not a myth. It's true," Eros said, smiling.
"Y-You're lying... You're just... Y-You're just a stalker or s-something!" You stuttered. "That's how you show that stuff!"
"You never mentioned anything of your past to anyone. Not on that 'social media' either. (Y/N), I'm real. I really am Cupid."
"I-I... N-No--"
"You're stuttering... Why are you afraid? I'm not going to harm you. Quite the opposite," He smiled. "I want to help you."
"How? By shooting me with one of your arrows?" You scoffed.
"Well, no. I already tried that. But you see, you're heart is fused with only hate, no ounce of love anywhere. And I want to change that."
"How so?" You eyed him suspiciously.
"By staying with you. I am the god of affection and attraction after all," He winked.
This girl is so... Fascinating. Different than the rest he has encountered. Usually, most of the girls he shown himself to, which was a very few, immediately fell head-over-heels in love. But not (Y/N). She remained calm, yet suspicious.
Eros followed her to her home. She had gotten a drink and relaxed on the sofa, finding TV uninteresting. He watched as she began to fall into a slumber.
"She's so... Peaceful when she's sleeping," Eros thought.
He had to hold back the temptation to reach over and tuck a lock of her (H/C) tresses behind her ear. He took the moment to get a good look into her heart.
He had the ability to look into mortals' hearts. He frowned as he searched through her passionless heart. He found the source of her hate.
He felt sympathy for the beautiful girl who slept before him after he searched through her painful past.
No wonder... Poor girl had parents who hated her, never cared for her. But what mostly caused her stress and hate was that specific moment when her real mother called her a mistake and an accident. It made him scowl, feeling disgust towards her real mother. But then she told a policeman, placed into an orphanage and adopted.
After he pulled away from her heart, he saw that she was crying softly, tears cascading down her cheeks.
Eros reached over, brushing a thumb over her cheek to wipe away a tear. He quickly retracted when (Y/N) eyes fluttered open. She reached up, feeling her wet cheeks. She sighed softly.
Eros watched as she went into the kitchen to put away her drink. Her mind was clouded with negative thoughts. He decided to read her mind. His mother, Aphrodite taught him not to since it was none of his business, but his curiosity drove him to do it.
"Perhaps my real mother was right... Maybe I am a mistake," She thought.
He took this moment to make his presence known, revealing himself at the doorway to the kitchen and spoke out to earn her attention.
