Hey, Cupid (COMPLETED)

Chapter 20: Memories

Hey, Cupid:

What if it is only the memories that you have left of love and fate is still trying to take it away from you?

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Feb’s POV

I slowly opened my eyes. I felt really tired right now even if I’m just lying here in the soft bed. I tried to get up but I’m too weak to do such. A lady, to which I presume is my mom, immediately go towards my direction with a worried look on her face.

My dad, on the other hand, who was just about to enter the room maybe after doing a phone call with someone was surprised to see me finally awake.

“Feb! Oh god! You scared us. Do you want to sit? Can you do it?” My mom told me. I just slightly nodded and she helped me change my position.

“I’m fine now mom. Don’t worry about me too much. But…have you seen my friends? How long has it been since I was here in the hospital? What exactly happened to me?” I asked her, a lot of questions are swarming my mind. Where is Neville?

“I just talked to your friends over the phone, baby. They said they’ll be coming to visit you. By the way, they’re the ones who brought you here. I think it should be them who shall explain to you what had happened. It’s been two days since you’ve been admitted.” My father explained.

“Can you please tell them to come faster? I really have so many unanswered questions in my mind right now.” I told them. My head’s killing me from trying to remember what had happened after that…after a blinding light had swallowed us four. I need to make sure they’re all safe. I need to know what happened to Neville after that.

“Oh, they’re here. Don’t put too much stress on yourself, sweetie. We’ll be leaving you three to talk. Come, honey.” My mom told me as they left after kissing me on my forehead.

“Three? Why? Where is Neville? Is he not here? What happened to him?” I asked looking at the door, anticipating for another person to enter while the faces of the two guys in front of me turned from a concerned look to confused look.

“Who is Neville, Feb? You had just hit your head and now you instantly just had an imaginary friend?” Nonie told me with his brows furrowed.

“Neville! Oh myghadniss! My friend! Our friend! The bespectacled guy who always brings a book with him? Come on, it’s not April fools today, your antics wouldn’t work on me. Why are you acting like you don’t know him?” I told them with a puzzled look on my face. How come they don’t know him? Just how is that even possible?

“Feb, we have no freakin’ idea what you are talking about right now. Stop confusing us as well. We don’t know a certain Neville.” Al answered me, equally baffled.

“But didn’t we…didn’t we just had an encounter with Cupid? And he formed a contract with him so that I’ll be relieved of my job as the present cupid? Hindi ba? We went there and they had executed the contract, right? Why am I even here in the hospital?”

“I had known you to be such a hopeless romantic type Feb, but I never knew you had a really colorful imagination that you even thought of yourself as Cupid. Stop that Feb, you’re talking nonsense.” Nonie told me.

“Maybe she just had some weird dreams, dude. After all, she had just hit her head while coming down the stairs.” Al said, turning to Nonie.

“I…what? I hit my head while I came down the stairs? But didn’t we…just how…?” I asked as I tried really hard to remember the scene that they told me.