Stupid Cupid

Cupid's Love

Cupid's Love

“Have you ever been in love? Horrible isn't it? It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens up your heart and it means that someone can get inside you and mess you up.” - Neil Gaiman

You got me jumping like a crazy clown

And I don't feature what you're putting down

Well since I kissed his loving lips of wine

The thing that bothers me is that I like it fine

Hey hey, set me free

Stupid Cupid stop picking on me

My radio alarm went off in the morning so I laid there and listened to the rest of the song. Irony....it's something isn't it. I lifted myself up to face my cupid.

“Hey.” he greeted, flashing me a cheery grin. I smiled

“Hey hey, stupid Cupid.” I said, referencing to the song that seemed to be haunting me.

He gave me a look.

“You know you hate that song just as much as I do.”

I grinned.

“So...” said cupid, crossing his arms. “I guess I'll be leaving soon.” He shifted his feet and nervously fidgeted with his blonde hair. He was never nervous...

“What?” I stared at him in confusion.

“Well...my job here is almost done. You're being healed and you understand.”

“Oh....” That slowly sunk in. “So you just....leave?”

“Yeah....” he smiled softly and avoided eye contact.

“Wait...if you help people out all the time then why don't more people talk about it?” I asked. It might have been nice to know the possibility of a pink-eyed cupid appearing in my room. Might make a nice bedtime story. You never know.

“Because they don't remember.” He looked up at me now all professional like. “When we leave and they have been healed or pushed in the right direction, if one of us made direct contact with their assignment, we have to erase their memory.”

That cut deep.

I slowly looked down at my hands.

“Oh...” I really didn't like the use of that word 'assignment' either. Because that revealed the cold truth to what I was. His assignment.

“What do you mean if you made direct contact? Because that's what you did for me. You just appeared.” I looked back up at him.

“Everyone is different. Sometimes it just takes a general lead in the right direction. Like someone spilling juice all over the front of your shirt so you can ask your future soulmate for a napkin.”

He smiled in such a way that made me wonder if that actually happened.

“So I'm going to forget you?” I felt like crying, releasing the fear of forgetting him. But was it for the best if I did? If I forgot him...

I was going to say something but then he made a noise so I glanced at him. His eyes were looking up and all around as if he was hearing noises. Or voices.

“Crap.” he muttered. “I'll be back.”

His disappearing act was something I was starting to get used to...

***

Cupid. I met a freaking cupid. My mind was reeling as if this was the first day he entered my life. I was pacing in my kitchen with a cup of coffee in my hand. I stopped and a took a sip. When the bitter taste hit my tongue I spat it back in the cup. It needed way more sugar. I just dumped it out in the sink. I was waiting for a lot of things. I was waiting for Eros to get back, I was waiting for Noah to call, I was waiting for my toast to pop up, and I was waiting for a miracle. The miracle being everything works out perfectly.

Since I kissed Eros, or he kissed me, doesn't that mean I betrayed Noah? It has to. I kinda cheated.

“What am I doing!?” I squeaked, coming to a halt. This is ridiculous. Just tell Eros how you feel!

Okay, I get it oh so wise inner voice...I'll figure it out.

It had been a couple of hours when I casually walked back in my living room. Eros glanced up from his place in my bean bag chair.

“You pace a lot. No wonder your feet hurt all the time.”

I laughed.

“Probably true.”

He stood up and walked near me. My heart ka-thumped.

“Eros, I think we need to...talk. Explain things I guess. I'm just confused.” I admitted.

“I know.” he lifted his hand near my face and did feathery little taps with his fingertips across my cheek. “You really don't want to hear what I have to tell you.

“I love you, Scarlett.” He put both hands on my shoulder as the shock of what he just said forced me back a step. “I've found love for more people than I can even count but never myself. I didn't even think I could. Not....until I met you. I know you feel the same because....I can feel it. See it. I know love and this is one of the strongest. I didn't come into your life to ruin it... I wish I didn't have to let you go...but I do. I wish this could be like any normal fairytale. I wish it was allowed.... I know wishing won't change anything but I want you to know, at least for the moment, that I will always be watching over you. I love you.”

Pain shot through me. I never actually thought of him leaving like right now.

“Please don't leave.” I reached my hands toward his face. He slid his hands up my arms and rested over them. “Eros.....I do love you.” The words were true even if I didn't know him that long. Not long at all.... This horrible blossoming in my chest was love. Love for him. Love for Noah. Love for everyone. He showed me how to use it.

“I know. That's why I have to make you forget.”

Tears bubbled out of my eyes.

“But I don't want to forget...I can't.”

“I know...that's why...” He leaned in and crushed his lips to mine. My body reacted instantly. I snaked my arms around his neck and met his lips with such passion that it could blind a bystander. You think that a kiss where tears were falling out of each other's eyes would be disastrously sad. But it wasn't. It was sweet and understanding. From the pressure of his hands on my lower back, I could tell he was as anxious as I was. Especially when he leaned back for a moment, close enough so I could still smell the minty scent coming from his breath, I knew, that unless he intervened, I would never forget this moment.

“Thank you, Scarlett......obliare.”

What? My eyes felt clouded as he slowly began to evaporate. Not in his normal way. Wait....who....why did....?

My mind felt fuzzy so I shook it and popped my eyes open.

What did I come in here for again?

My phone flashed on the nearby coffee table.

Noah. It flashed.

I smiled, love drunk.