PART FIVE – CUPID’S ARROW

                But cupid’s arrow can miss sometimes. It’s the play of fate that makes a person crash and burn. Letting go of the love of my life was something I thought would take me a long time to recover from, but after merely six months, barely enough time to stop the dreams, that haunting rope around my ankle tightened – potentially for eternity.

“She’s been in a car accident, and unfortunately…”

That familiar voice of your father repeated over and over, and I slam the phone down. Never, ever, ever would I have thought I would be running to a hospital to see a body, especially not yours.

It’s not fair. Angels aren’t supposed to die.

I clearly remember it. Those slow, terrifyingly deadly moments. I slid down the wall with my head in my hands, finally feeling my heart give in, and shatter into pieces.

The cry of your family from within the room along with the breaking of glass haunts my mind. I know it now. I’ve tried to stop myself, and held back all this time. But now I know it, I just couldn’t take it anymore. The tears burst out along with all the pain, and that was when I realised I hadn’t been able to forget you.