"I think you're supposed to get shot with an arrow or something, but the rest of it isn't supposed to be so painful." - Manuel, age 8

The boy gave his fiancée a nervous look and hesitantly said, "A-actually we were going to go ice skating tomorrow…"

There was a silence in the room that seemed to build just as the anger of the small woman did. Her usually pale cheeks were turning slightly red, her brow was furrowing, her lips pursed slightly, if he didn't know that her temper was rising he knew it when she opened her mouth.

"You're not mad are yo-."

"I can't believe this," She snapped. At the moment she didn't care if she was acting like a brat, although she knew in her gut that it would come back to bite her in the butt later. "You promised me! You promised!"

"Lis-."

In her anger she interrupted him. "No," She snapped, "go ahead." Her voice rose an octave and she squeaked as she spoke. "Have fun, see if I care. But don't expect me to be so available next time you call." Angrily the brunette stomped over to the door. Thinking of something truly terrible to say she stopped and turned back, "You know. Hans has been asking me to go sledding with him for the past few days now…I think I might just take him up on that offer."

"But you hate him!" He seethed. "He acts as if he owns the town! He looks down on everyone, like he's better. He doesn't respect our relationship. And he flirts with every girl in town."

"But at least he wants to take the time to be with me…unlike my actual fiancé." With that she tried to leave, but he stopped her.

He held her arm, "Stop. Come on. We need to talk about this."

Giving a sigh she said in a strained voice, "Just…save it. I'll talk to you tomorrow." Her hand gently held the door handle.

"No," he said gently putting his hand on her shoulder, for an instant she thought he was going to apologize and make everything better…but she was wrong, "the snow is coming down in sheets. Stay here for the night."

She got out of his grip and stomped out the door.

"I lo-." He tried to say.

However before his fiancée could hear another word, she slammed the door in his face and left. As soon as she was a few feet from the house she realized her mistake. She couldn't even see the house anymore. She walked blindly into the woods, her blood freezing in her veins. The cold was making her sleepy and weak. All too soon she succumbed to the cold and slipped into death.

Bright blue eyes slowly were eaten away by a pale shade of pink. They opened.

Her first breath.

"Cupid."

"What?" She thought looking up at the moon. A new muscle stretched in her back. Letting out a small gasp the woman in pink realized that two dovelike wings extended from her back. Hesitantly she gave them an experimental flap.

"Your name is Cupid…spread love…"

And then, nothing.

Giving a small giggle she jumped into the air, letting her wings lift her higher and higher. She felt so free there. Looking down to see how high she was she saw two pink objects almost buried in the pure white snow.

Slowly she descended.

A pink bow and a beautiful pink quiver full of heart arrows.

"So pretty," she mumbled. "Spread love huh? Love…" Her head snapped up as memories flooded her mind and she uttered his name in horror. "Jack."