F ebr U ary - Valentines Day competition

My name is Eron, pronounced, "Air-on". It's really Eros, but I gotta keep cover, people study about me. Most people would know me as Cupid and well, that is true. Every February - gross - I find 5 people their true loves. IF I don't find their true loves, my grandfather, Zeus, punishes me by taking away my wings and bow for the rest of my life. Do I get anything good out of it? Nope, just me doing a favor for everyone else.

(Valentines day competition entry! This is the writing part :)

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16. Chapter 14: Fuck you February

 

Did anyone ever tell you that you can’t love someone? Or maybe someone told you to give up and just go home. For me, I’ve come a long way from believing such bogus. My mother would always tell me that I can’t love. That I was only hers, and that I wasn’t allowed to love my current fiancé. It’s been two years since the February I fell in love for the first time. No matter how much your love is, “forbidden” there is always love.

            My senior year February was a ripoff – well not entirely because I did find the love of my life in that month coincidentally. Senior year was two years ago, let me explain what’s happening in the present. Oh – I almost forgot to mention Aphia Hart, my mother. Aphia Hart was arrested about a year ago and was charged with pedophilia. I guess she wasn’t so good at hiding her prostitution.

            I went to visit her in jail. She was wearing orange – which was not her color – and had messed up eye makeup. She picked up the phone and smiled, eager to talk to me. I picked up the phone myself and listened to what she had to say.

“Hi, son.” She greeted, holding her hand to the glass hoping I would puzzle it with my hand. I didn’t do it.

“Hi, Aphia,” I said, tucking my long blonde locks behind my ear. I’ve changed a lot since senior year. I grew my hair out to my shoulders and even grew some facial hair.

“Eron, call me mom. Remember, I’m your mom!”

“Except no. You were just using me. You didn’t want me to love, so you lied and said it was impossible.”

“I was just trying to –“I finished her stupid sentence.

“Help? Well, in that case, you weren’t doing it correctly.”

“Eron –“

“Bye Aphia, I love you. Get it? I love you because it’s possible for me to love someone.”

            I walked out of the police station to my love Priya bloom who was soon to be known as Priya Hart. She was wearing a winter jacket and had a Starbucks coffee in one hand. Priya motioned me to the car, and she started to drive us both home.

            A lot has happened since high school. Pandora Le’fair became a professional dancer and has her own reality Tv show called, “Loving Pandora.” The show was about Pandora basically loving herself. I heard the show was noticed because she signed a contract to marry herself. She was famous for many reasons which differ from many others.

            Harry and I keep in touch. He and Penelope are still madly in love but have issues with their relationship. Penelope’s mom didn’t approve of her dating Harry. Penelope ended up being the one who proposed to Harry and of course, he said yes. She didn’t live with him though. Penelope went to see Harry every summer in his Alaska home.

            As for AJ and Daphne. AJ continued visiting Daphne in jail. She had two more years ahead of her until she’ll come out and stab AJ again. I haven’t heard much about what AJ occupies, but I do know that he became the head coach of our old high school’s archery team. AJ also was in a yeast infection commercial after graduation.

            Artina and Henry had a bold relationship. Within a week of dating, Artina was pregnant with twins. They emailed me a couple days ago and told me their newest child Eron JR. From what I know, Artina is a competitive soccer coach. Henry is an owner of a popular pub down in Mississipi. Not to mention, they had 3 kids already.

            And Finally, the aftermath of me and Priya. Well, I was accepted into a university in Rome Italy. Priya applied and was accepted as well. We are successfully studying human interactions on our journey to being scientists. I guess being in the same Bio class for four years really impressed the university into accepting us.

“Babe, what do you want from the gas station?” Priya asked, parking her car in front of a gas pump.

“I’ll take candy hearts,” I replied, planting a kiss on her lips. She smiled and headed out of the car.

            Once again, my journey as Cupid was not only hard, but it was a gift. I started to learn the ups and downs of love and how it will never be forbidden. Stop letting people tell you to stop believing. Take advice from love itself; me. I’d say, February is a fucked-up month that screws with your head. It has the least amount of days which probably means it has the least number of actual likes. It fucks with your mind and tells you, “love is impossible” or even, “this month, you must love!”

“Shut the fuck up February.” I laughed to myself in the car.

 

I’m just going to say it for the thousandth time.

 

Fuck you February.

 

THE END.

 

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