Cupid had his automatic. We were innocent bystanders. He took shots at us. At close quarters, it was fatal. There was no saving us. Tore right through our hearts.
Our eyes locked in surprise. How could this happen to us. Weren't we too young for this to happen. And then, as we took the fall, there was this moment of clarity, almost a divine calm.
It was all over. Just as it all began.
Cupid chuckled. His suit was malice. Valentine's day is no Christmas you amateurs! he shouted. And just as he had appeared, with those tiny little wings, he flew away. His sack of ammo still full. His list of heartbreaks still incomplete.
Watch out for him this Valetine's Day!
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