I open my eyes, slowly. The rays of sunlight roam around my face. I cover my left arm as I blink my eyes, adjusting my eyesight. A gust of air touches my bare skin. I wince; a sudden pain hits my back. I try to reach the source of the pain using my hands. I flinch when my hand touches a sticky liquid. I look at my hand.
Red. There’s a red sticky liquid – blood. I wander my hands against my back. My eyes grow wide in surprise. Where are my wings? This can’t be. I must have my wings. This is the only special thing I have as of now. I am the only god who has wings. Without it, I am nothing.
“You must learn your lesson, Cupid. You’re not being able to return on the palace as long as you can’t gain you’re wings. And you can only claim your wings once again when you’ve learned already your lesson and purpose as a god.”
Is this a punishment for killing that weakling creature? They teach me on how to kill then she will punish me for doing such? For heaven’s sake, they’ve commanded me to slay some of their enemies for many times. After I follow their orders, this is what I will get – losing my precious wings after I lose Psyche? Lesson? For what? For disobeying them? Purpose? What purpose? To be their pawn? To be their disciple? To be unable to make my own decision?
I grip the grasses beside me.
They can’t stop me on making human’s life a living desolation. I won’t stop.
Bending my knees, I press my right hand on the ground; I stand. I groan. This wound on my back really hurts. It is where the roots of wings were planted. I look on the grass where I laid. There are stains of blood tainted on the bermuda grass.
“Mister, why are you naked?” someone asks from my back.
I twisted my gaze. A little girl in a white top and skirt is staring straight at me. Her jet black hair falls onto her hips.
“Why are you half-naked, mister? You only wear a piece of white clothe on your hips, covering your thighs,” she continues.
“You can see me?” I wave my right hand in front of her face.
She nods. “Yes, mister. What are you? Why do you have wounds on your back?” She blinks her innocent eyes for a couple of times.
“How come? You really can see me? How?”
She nods, and then she shrugs her shoulders.
Maybe I forgot to be invisible. I flip my fingers.
“What are you doing?” She tilts her head, blinking.
I flip my fingers once again.
“Do you still see me?”
She nods. “Yes, I can see you,” she replies, smiling. “Don’t worry, mister. I’m the only one who can see you. I’m already dead. I’m a spirit.”
“Is that true?” I ask. I do not know a spirit can live here in human world. All I know is that they live peacefully on the other dimension, the world of spirit. It is the world where the spirits of the dead goes.
She nods again. “I need to go, mister. Nice meeting you,” she waves her hands as she runs away.
By the way, where am I? I look around. I’m still on the same spot where I lost my consciousness. I’m still at the center of the park. I glance on my shadow; it declares nine o’clock in the morning. I look above the sky; I can clearly see the assemblage of clouds that covers the palace. I know mother is watching over me.
She has punished me. She’ll regret for doing this. One broken relationship is not enough.
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Short Story[Highest Rank Achieved #251] Love. They say love is unconditional. It makes people feel happy, fulfillment and complete. But it also makes people feel sad, pain, and miserable. People say that it was the work of Cupid that makes us fall deeply in lo...
