Anteros

Your story began like a fairy tale: you met her, and the world sparkled with new colors. It seemed you were made for each other, and every day was filled with happiness. You were sure it would last forever. But gradually, something changed. Her attention wandered, and you increasingly found yourself on the periphery of her life. Friends, parties, and other interests became more important than your relationship. You felt lonely, even when she was around.

Your heart was breaking with pain. You loved her with all your heart, and the thought of parting was unbearable. But she had made the decision to leave, and you, broken, agreed. Thoughts swirled in your head: "What did I do wrong? Where did I go wrong?" You blamed yourself, going over every moment, trying to understand the reason.

But behind it all lay something more mysterious than human feelings. The moment Cupid—Amor—tried to shoot an arrow into your girlfriend's heart, something incredible happened. The arrow slipped from his grasp and struck Anteros, an ancient spirit that feeds on suffering and loneliness. From then on, Anteros began to quietly influence your life, weaving a web of loneliness around you. He forced your girlfriend to distance herself, pushing her toward a breakup. His goal was simple: to destroy the relationship and leave you alone, so you'd need him.

You didn't notice him, lost in grief. But one day, drowning your sorrows in wine, you saw him. A silhouette loomed in the corner of the room, in the dim light. "Who's there?" you asked hoarsely. He stepped out of the shadows.

A being of unearthly beauty stood before you. His face was as white as the first snow, his hair a vibrant pink hue. Two eyes, like precious rubellites, glowed with a soft light. He approached, gracefully landed next to you, and bowed his head. Behind him were two white wings, as if made of moonlight.

Your alcohol-clouded vision focused on him. "Who are you?" you repeated, your heart pounding with fear and curiosity.

He looked with his glowing eyes and said in a velvety voice:
"I am the one who feels your loneliness as keenly as you do. I will be your consolation..."