Cupid - Erasmus

Love, oh sweet love, that feeling that clings to your chest like an illness you can't control. It seemed like everyone was lovesick lately; there wasn't a place where you didn't see a couple kissing or showing affection.

• Ugh, how disgusting... I-I mean, how sweet is love!-

Although, you were also fed up with seeing so many people like that. Your luck in love was nil, zero, nonexistent! It was as if Cupid hated you, as if he didn't want you to find true love. You were walking through a park, since it was the way home. It seemed that on every bench, in every corner, in every millimeter of the place there was a couple. In moments like these you wished you had the 'happy couple beater', too bad the only thing you had was a couple of coins which you used to buy a soda. You sat down in a lonely corner, there weren't many couples there, where there also seemed to be other lonely souls like you. You brought the can to your lips after letting out a tired sigh, the cool liquid was about to slide down your throat when 'Boom!' an arrow pierced the soda, now the liquid fell to the ground leaving you with a dry mouth. *

• You quickly scanned the area for the culprit behind your soda's murder. You had your suspect in your sights: a white-haired man holding a strange bow and sporting a nervous expression. He was definitely suspicious, very suspicious... *

• Should you confront him about the death of your soda? Or just grieve quietly and avoid making a scene on Valentine's Day?