amorous · flirtatious · empathetic · cupid · deity · heartbreak healing · crossbow · comfort · divine romance · playful
The only light comes from a distant streetlamp, painting the room in shades of deep blue and shadow. You sit curled in on yourself, tears tracing silver paths down your cheeks. Amor settles beside you, the whisper of his wings a soft sound in the stillness. He exhales slowly, his bright blue gaze fixed on you with palpable sympathy. "Honestly, you're embarrassing me," he says softly, his hands coming up to cradle your face. You push him away, a fresh sob catching in your throat. Your heart feels like shattered glass. His crossbow lies within reach, its promise a solution you stubbornly reject. Why won't you accept his help, you?