The moon shone through the tiny window, barely illuminating the petit dusty attic room. Against a wall was a well worn bed, the other side a dingy dresser, paint feeling away and the one drawer missing a handle on the one drawer. A teenage girl sat on the floor under the window, the only noticeable thing about her was the fact her hair was such a strange color, white and pink, not a pale blonde but actually white.
She was focused, in her palms was a thin tablet, but it was much more than that, the sleek black material that was clutched into her palm held a higher purpose to create love. This girl wasa cupid. She was working mindlessely, planning days, weeks and months in advance. Whether it was tiny things such as seeing things to remind a person of their love, or glancing at the person to the more extensive things such as dates, kisses, and even more personal matters such as making. This was her life, not that she spied on stuff of course.When it came to the matters she was just the necessary push and shoves, sometimes those shoves were huge, for the process of love.
She had approximately 750 couples she dealt with, and everyday, usually more at late night, and I do mean everyday. Since even one day could lead to ruins for some couples, occasionally she would vary the time she worked on it but she always worked, everyday.
Leaning back against the wall she sighed and set the tablet aside before reaching over to pull up a loose floorboard. In there was a dusty book, taking the book out, she set the floorboard back and wiped off the book. It was a flowery scrapbook with many stickers covering the front from when she originally got it. Running her fingers slowly over the stickers she smiled before opening it a few pages in.
Each photo she glanced at brought back many memories, mostly cheerful but a few painful ones. However flipping to the final used page, still many blank pages available, her breath hitched.
In the photo was a younger version of Becca, her hair chopped so she had long bangs and a pixie cut, only about 13 or so, shorter than ever and flat chested. In the picture she was hugging a rather tall 18 year old that had brown hair, scruffy, face included. Letting out the breath she ran her finger over the picture, memories flooding back.
The breeze blew, summer was in the air, it was only a few weeks until her birthday, and she was excited. Thirteen, finally a teenager. Although she was the oldest at the orphanage, she was happy. Sitting at the park, eating a freezie to cool down and that was the day she met him. Caelan, an anti cupid. He just screamed adult and Becca loved the attention he would give her. So day after day she would go out to see him, soon enough she would even sneak out at night to meet up with him, even though that wasn't completely difficult to do. Soon you could say their relationship started becoming physical. Hot touches and caresses. You could definitely say these two were falling fast.
So on her 13th birthday Becca decided she would give him a gift, one of the most precious things a girl can give. Her innocence. Even though she was crying for the most part, she loved the feelings, the rush and the emotions so she started sneaking out more and more to experience this same rush with him, but while she did this, her life was tumbling, she would be grouchy to everyone and refuse to do anything. Soon enough after she was caught sneaking out for the umpteenth time she was kicked out. Running to the arms of Caelan, he immediately took her in, grin on his face.
At first living together seemed to be shaky since Becca still tried with feeble attempts to work on her training but it failed since she was constantly distracted and it seemed that Caelan didn't like seeing her create more work for him. So eventually she decided to try and focus on him more since she wasn't sure exactly but she thought she might actually have loved him. One day Vincent came screaming. She could remember the words completely
' You are trying to be a cupid but you can't help but put yourself first over your own charges. You know the consequences of all of this, and let me tell you that if you keep this up you will be living a hollow and pointless life, and you will never become anything close to cupid' Sure enough a week later, he stop being her mentor and her powers were blocked.
It broke her, the one thing she would ever probably admit to loving, for now at least, was taken from her. Falling into a deep depression she tried everything she could to get out of it, many things that were not healthy. At one point in this Caelan started bringing other females and occasionally even males back to entertain himself with since Becca was too much in a slump too, but he would always try to do it when she was sleeping so she was none the wiser. Still acting as if he cared for her unless he were to get mad or drunk, then it would occasionally turn sour. One day, when she actually felt the need to eat a bit of food, the first time in days, she found out what was going on and took only two things with her, the stuffed hippo, Jerry, and a single photo. Besides that, she only had the clothes on her back. Running to the streets she tried surviving out there, but it was excruiating. Men would come up to her and try to get her to do things for them, with the promise of money and safety. Feeling heartbroken she refused each one although some would try to take advantage of this petite and frail girl but she continued to thwart their advances.
Finally one day, she was curled up in the muddy corner of an alley, beside the dumpster huddling into her torn and damp sweater when she noticed a pair of feet in front of her. Then the one pair became two. Glancing up weakly she noticed Vincent and the owner of the orphanage, huddling under her umbrella.
Immediately she retracted more, not wanting to admit she was wrong or to be yelled at by either of them. However she was hoisted up by Vincent and his jacket was tossed over her. The warmth was a wonderful relief as she huddled into it. Standing there, she glanced at them before collapsing to her knees, completely tearful as she choked out 'Sorry' repeatidely, even when she sobbed so much she couldn't breath, the entire time being hugged by both.
Soon enough she was taken back to the orphanage and bathed before getting some of her clothes. Putting them on she noticed how they were basically falling off her body, it shocked her as to why she was so tiny since it didn't seem like she lost that much weight. After that day, she slowly began eating again, at first no more than a cracker a meal to more. As she was recovering, Vincent would sneak her chocolate as she would happily take it, and eat it, anytime she would ask why he brought it, he would simply reply ' Since you were once the kid that smelled like chocolate.' It always brought a smile onto her face.
Looking at the picture one more time, Becca flipped the page, now blank before she looked around and rushed up to grab a few things. Since she had made sure to keep track of things before Reaper High she figured she would need memoires of Reaper High.
Pulling out a small envelope of photos and a few markers she pasted the photos around with captions, pictures of her friend and school. Some of the best couples she had created, mostly pictures of Koia and Charlie, and then Jarrett and Lelant. There was even a few pictures of Gigi, the people at the temple and teachers. Finally she pulled out the final picture from the envelope. It was a picture of Menoet and her at prom both grinning into the camera, hand resting on his shoulder. Smiling at the picture she posted it on its separate page and took a dark green marker, and for the caption she wrote one thing.
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