Hey, Cupid (COMPLETED)

Chapter 29: The Broken Fixer

Hey, Cupid:

How do you assure love that you've finally get over the past that's been haunting you and basically shaped you as a person?

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Neville's POV

They were the ones who are seeking comfort from each other's brokenness-the couple I didn't choose to help that time because I thought they should first learn their lesson.

But now, maybe working my magic on them would not be such a waste anymore. I guess I have to lend a hand now.

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Vernon's POV

"You're right. You don't deserve to be someone's option. You deserve to finally be the choice now, so please listen to what I have to say just this once...

...because I want you to know that I love you and I want to be with you." I did not hear or see any kind of resistance coming from her as we both maintain our stare on the wide sea in front of us so I guess that was a cue that she is giving me the chance to continue what I have to say.

"Honestly speaking, Brey, I was also at confused during that time. Like what I've told you, I had loved Feb basically all my life. I loved her for more than a decade. I love her so much I'm not even sure if I would ever love anybody like how I loved her.

Turns out, it was true.

It was true because I guess my love for Feb would forever stay in my heart, whether I like it or not.

You might be confused now, I just told you I love you and yet I also told you that I would never love anybody like how I love Feb. Well, that's because I don't love you the same as her.

My love for her had stemmed from needing her to be beside me always. I truly loved her; I'm certain of that, but it was the kind of love that started because I thought she's the only one I needed in order for me to live. I've become too reliant on her-that I didn't even desire anything for myself except her. And I only realized just now, that that kind of love will never succeed. It never will because it's toxic and it would just hurt us both.

My love for you on the other hand was...I'm sorry if this would be a weird thing to say but...

...it's something I can't explain with just words. I don't even know if I would be able to explain it. It just so happened that one day after you left, I just woke up realizing that I don't think about Feb that often anymore. That I would only remember her in a day if I get to look at our pictures displayed in my room.

But as for you, wherever and whenever I go, I would always think of you. I would recall your image while doing groceries that I would unconsciously go to the aisle where your favorite food is located even though I don't usually buy or eat that stuff,

I would see the cats that you were feeding on the streets and I also started giving out treats to them even if my past had scarred me for life that it made me refuse to get close to animals especially cats,

I would order a cappuccino even if I always order latte because I wanted to feel your presence,

I would dream about your laughter, your smile, your annoyed face, your rudeness, your bratty attitude and...

...and how our lips touched during that night.

I was really confused, Brey. That was because I never felt the same way about other women aside from Feb. I'm not even sure at first if I really love you or I just love the idea that you sometimes resemble Feb's vibes. I was afraid during that time, Brey. Because I never wanted to admit to myself that somebody has been occupying space in my heart aside from Feb. She's been a huge part of me that I never wanted to replace her.