Eros' Arrows

Eros (03)

Deimos used to tell me love is something that just happens. That it's filled with firsts. That it's difficult to understand. That I'll just know what I'm feeling is, in fact, love. That it's not exclusive. But, at the same time, he used to tell me love is dangerous. That it comes with a price. That it isn't a simple process to achieve happily ever after. That I shouldn't be naïve about it. That it can be the most excruciating pain I could possibly feel. What he didn't tell me is I would come to the point of giving up. He didn't tell me how hard it would be. He didn't tell me the steps to take when reaching that fairytale ending. He didn't tell me love would destroy the person I thought I was. He didn't tell me about who I would fall in love with. And, he didn't tell me the person I would love is a human.

Looking to my left, I stare through the large window, watching the moon look down on me, on us. So beautiful yet so painful. How difficult it must be for the moon to be high in the sky, all alone. Is it not the same for the sun? No. To be brightly shining down at the world, it must not be hard. To having to display a facade, the duty of providing light for others cannot be easy. The Moon. The Sun. They are alike, aren't they? Both so bright, providing light no matter the time of day. Though, it must not be as horrible as it's made out to be, is it? It is. The interval where the sun and moon must exchange positions, they must cross paths, only able to see each other for a short period of time. How cruel the world must be. Distasteful.

I look back down at my peaceful lover, an inch of a smile growing on my face. How beautiful. How beautiful, indeed. I hug my legs close to my chest, unconsciously feeling the need to close myself from the world. As I stare down at the perfectly sculpted man, I cannot help but believe this is a dream. A dream that I will wake up from in a matter of second. A dream that I will forget by the evening. A dream that will constantly reoccur only to be forgotten. Slowly having my hand approach my beloved's face, I gingerly have my fingers brush the hair that covers his eyes. My smile grows a little more. He is my Sun. He is the reason I continue to wake up every day. Knowing I am able to cross paths with this man every day, it is worth every second. I poke his cheek, a touch that's barely felt. Even so, he flinches a little, scrunching his eyebrows. I chuckle. How amusing. I poke his cheek again, a little more pressure this time. His eyebrows scrunch again, this time he slightly groans in annoyance. I feel his muscular arm feel for my body before, finally, he has his arm wrap itself around my waist, seemingly to pull me closer. I try to struggle away, but it appears his strength is no match for me, almost as if using every ounce of him to keep me from disappearing. I lean down to press a kiss to his head, hoping this would allow him to be more at ease.

"Eros," he mumbles in his sleep.

"I'm here, Maxim," I whisper in the sweetest voice possible. "I'm here."

That night, I continue to watch the Moon; hopefully, I was able to keep the Moon company until it crosses paths with the Sun again. And, of course, during that period, I also crossed paths with the Sun. My Sun.

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Author's Note:
I apologize for being missing. The motivation, inspiration, joy to write these novels have...disappeared I suppose. I'm trying to get back into writing. Believe me, I am. Please forgive me for my absence. I don't know when I'll be updating again. I might even drop the current novels and start a new one. It's uncertain at the moment.

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