CUPID'S POV

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Things I am currently handling well:

1. Amoria (Personality no: 2 maybe)

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Well, that's not entirely productive. 

Crumbling my to-do list, I squeezed it between my palms as hard as I could to crush my frustration away. They say education can change the world, but they are wrong. Pen, parchment and wax are three powerful things that govern the world. 

I decided it would be cool to turn it into confetti. Forcing my mind to imagine a glitter bomb explosion, I shredded the parchment into a million tiny pieces with a flick of my will.

Amoria stood by the tall, glass-tinted windows, overlooking Eros Island, her silhouette bathed in soft golden light. With a mischievous grin, I blew the confetti toward her heart, tiny shards of paper swirling in a messy, sparkling cloud. Honestly, it's so hard to keep Amoria around. I do not fancy the idea of checking on her every minute to see if she still likes me.

"Why are you blowing confetti at me?" She brushed them off like they were insignificant pieces of my stupidity. 

"I just thought it was funny."

My jet black arrows looked quite beautiful today. I had to get my act into play. Drashelle Scarsberry must be taken away from Cruciux so I had to inject my arrow into her and into any mortal who could grab her interest immediately.

It's quite sad that humans have romanticized the dark knives that I strike upon their chest as arrows that bloom into a passion. I had to do it. It was necessary for the survival of the human species. Those mortals have always been wired to love.

"She's arrived. She's sitting next to a boy," she whispered in hush tones. 

"Wait, do I have to shoot at him?" I searched frantically for my wristbands when I heard her laughing.

"Why don't you look at him and see if he's the one?" She tried to scowl but apparently decided that she was better off laughing.

I stepped back and whooshed across the glass-tinted windows. It took several pink smoke atoms and the sound of slow tinkle bells to morph into what now looked like a classroom.

Whoever was sitting with Drashelle had to go to the gym. Maybe I should tell Cruciux about that fatass so that he'd have his heart broken and at least hit the gym.

She got up and walked towards the front of the class. I didn't notice pee running in her pants. She was fierce and looked deadly; her body with a healthy BMI and her amazing cheeks seemed biteable. Her cheeks were inflamed when she started to speak. "My name is Drashelle and I am from Ceylonia. I was born on the 31st of March." 

Well, that destroyed my hope of her not being an Aries. I could hear Amoria having hiccups behind me.

"An interesting fact about me - Well, I am left-handed. My favourite subject is Maths and-" She glanced at the teacher who pretended to be hurt for not choosing her subject but Drashelle laughed and continued her introduction. "I do spend a lot of time reading because I love taking a break from the real world. Maybe I'd write a book someday!"

Yeah. Lots of reading. Totally. 

Maybe she should mention the unholy side of Wattpad. Satan must be proud. I should check to see what my buddy is doing.

Amoria smacked my butt. Again. I retaliated with a solid slap to her giant forehead. "Can you stop smacking my butt, Amoria?" 

"Focus, Cupid. We can't let Cruciux win."

We cAn't LeT CruCiuX wIn. Like I had no clue about it.

"I know you are mocking me, I can feel it. Stop sulking and go get the arrows ready. Strike Drashelle and - Wait, hold on." She dashed towards the book and plucked out the file from it. "Kevinsloyal Kingstone. Strike him as well."

Fishing out my bows from under the table, I strapped my arrows into position. I watched the screen and zoomed on Kevin who was now walking to the front of the classroom. 

"Cupid, please shoot both of them this time, not just one person."

Amoria truly is the funniest person I have ever come across in my entire life. Oh wait, I am not alive. She's funny even when we are dead.

"I am the God of Love, Amoria. I am not really supposed to be fair, you know." 

Keeping a relaxed grip on my bow, I carefully place my arrows on the arrow shelf and positioned my three fingers on the string.

I struck them both. 

Amoria inhaled sharply as I watched the screen glitch rapidly; making noises like a tech nerd typing noisily on a brand new laptop. 

"Didn't I tell you to not look after Drashelle?" The voice was cold, venomous.

There comes my brother stomping his midnight leather boots studded with red diamonds and his bow and arrow strapped on his back. He glared at me with his eyebrows drawn down, and a clenched jaw; the stitch on his right cheek almost looking like it was going to come out undone. 

"She doesn't need you, Cruciux. She needs love. This is my job."

"Pathetic," he sneered.

"You know better, Cruciux? Is this your comeback because we are bound to this place?"

"That's enough, boys. Can you stop bickering every chance you get?" Amoria stood between us and rubbed her temples.

"He struck an arrow into Drashelle and a boy she doesn't match with," Cruciux spoke after a moment.

"Well, she's not yours anymore, Cruciux." She sighed and took a deep breath. "Now, since he has stuck an arrow into her, you don't have to look after her. I can give you the other mortals-"

"I don't need the other mortals, Amoria." He picked up a lamp and violently unplugged the cord and aimed it at Amoria's head which she caught quite smoothly and gracefully crushed with her fingers.

"Well too bad, then. You can't strike her with another arrow," she said coolly.

"I don't give a damn about whether she has already been struck."

"You give so many damns, they are even visible from space," I reminded him. 

Amoria looked at me in awe and I tried my best to look as nonchalant and unbothered by how her jaw formed an O. I truly was the best.

"Fine then." He regarded me carefully and slapped his hand across the table before disappearing into thin air again.

"I don't understand how he can disappear and I have to walk? Why aren't our powers working?" she questioned me and put her arms around herself.

"He's going to use spells on his arrow on another boy. We have to create a powerful spell so that Drashelle doesn't get distracted and strike her again so she flees from everyone else."

She raised her eyebrows and imitated me in her mocking tone and stopped when she found me looking at her. She shrugged nonchalantly.

"I'll go get the potions and crystals ready, just let me get dressed." Amoria dressing up will take an hour. I could go too, but shopping? Exhausting.

"We don't have cash, Amoria."

She looked towards the ceiling and mumbled about how stupid I can be and placed her hands on her hip. She looked like an anaemic teapot.

"I am not a thief. I am good at acquiring things that aren't mine so leave that to me."

Honestly? I had no doubts. Amoria could charm a sun out of orbit if she tried. People would bend over her will without the slightest restraint.

Rubbing my eyes vigorously, I waited for the solar system to disappear to take one final glance at Amoria before she left. 

The way she died still remains one of my favourite memories. She died doing what she loved; swearing profusely.

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Sometimes I write a draft and look at it the next morning and am surprised myself. If there's anyone exploring writing a story, you should do it. It gets better.

First drafts always do suck though.

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