It stung. Seeing the one she loved so much swoon over another girl. It was like an over-used movie cliche.

And she hated it.

It grew darker as the sun began to disappear behind the hill Cupid was staring off toward. Despite her usual positive and happy attitude, she couldn't even bring herself to stand and walk inside. At least not yet. She needed a break; fresh air.

"Cupid!" A voice called from behind her.

Cupid shifted to find that the voice belonged to Blondie Lockes, her perky roommate. "Oh. Hey, Blondie." She strained her voice to imitate a more joyful tone then faced back toward the setting sun, knowing fully well that Blondie had been wondering where she was.

"What are you doing out here? It's almost time for curfew."

"I just wanted to …" The pinkette looked down at her lap. Keeping her composer was proving to be difficult right now.

Blondie seemed to sense this and her expression softened. Taking a seat beside Cupid, she looked toward the fading rays of light and let out a content sigh.

A few minutes of silence passed before she piped up, "It really is beautiful. Isn't it?"

Without looking up, Cupid nodded.

Her smile fading, the blonde looked at her friend carefully; as if she was currently reading her every thought and emotion.

"What's wrong, Cupid?"

There it was. The outreach Cupid had been expecting. It's not like she could tell Blondie the truth though. Right?

After all, as the adopted daughter of Eros, she was supposed to help bring others to their true loves. Even if that meant sacrificing her own love for the sake of someone else's happiness.

"It's .. It's nothing."

"You can tell me." Blondie assured.

Tucking a strand of her pink curls behind her ear, Cupid took a deep breath and stood up. "Actually, I was about to go inside."

Despite the hard look Blondie was giving her, she pretended not to notice and refused to make eye contact.

"We wouldn't want to miss curfew. Right?" Cupid turned and made her way back inside without waiting for a response from her roommate.

She didn't feel like she could make it through a conversation without crying. Let alone a conversation about her colliding feelings.

"Cupid? Cupid?"

A light nudging awoke Cupid from what felt like a restless sleep.

She blinked a few times to make out the figure of Blondie, standing beside her bed in the dark room.

"Blondie? What do you need?" She pushed herself into more of a sitting position and rubbed the sleepiness out of her eyes.

Blondie beamed a smile and silently held out her hand to Cupid. In response, Cupid merely blinked as the other teen waited for her to take hold.

Figuring Blondie wasn't going to let her sleep, and with her own hand twitching with hesitance, Cupid took the offer only to have Blondie yank her out of bed.

"Blondie! W-what are you doing!?"

"Shh! Just come with me! You'll see!" She giggled in a half-whisper.

After running through the halls in a hurried (But hushed) manner, they arrived outside of the school. Nothing appeared to be unusual or out of place so Cupid was a bit perplexed, but curious nevertheless.

Blondie giggled again. "Close your eyes!"

"Uh, okay. But why?" Her brightly pink colored eyes closed. Cupid's exhaustion grew at the same time as her curiosity.

She felt something cold and small wrap gently around her neck as Blondie fiddled with the back of the item. And then with a quiet "Hmph" of satisfaction, Blondie gave the go-ahead for her to open her eyes.

Cupid's eyes immediately made contact with a mirror reflection of herself. It didn't take but a second for her to notice the new piece of jewelry that hung from her neck.

It was small- and simple- but beautiful. It was just a small chain with a shiny, silver heart locket dangling on the end.

She didn't see why Blondie couldn't just have given her the locket inside instead of dragging her away from the comfort of her bed and into the chill of the night air but she smiled anyway.

"Thank you, Blondie. I love it." She said in a soft voice with an obvious hint of sweetness; not an uncommon thing for Cupid's voice.

"That's not even the best part." Blondie gave a mischievous wink and smiled even brighter.

Cupid couldn't help but laugh a bit. "Then what is the best part?"

Leaning closer to her ear, Blondie whispered so quietly that even Cupid could barely hear it. "I stole it from Dexter's room."

Cupid remained still for a couple seconds but as soon as the words set in she quickly stepped backward, unintentionally pushing Blondie in the process.

"You stole it!?"

Blondie laughed.

"I noticed how down you've been recently so I wanted to give you a little piece of him." The bright blonde explained. The smile on her face getting more cheerful with every passing minute.

"You know I like him?" Cupid let her gaze slip to the locket she was wearing. There was something oddly comforting about it. It almost excited her.

"Of course I do! I've seen the way you look at him. It's obvious!"

The pinkette hadn't even noticed the blush that was filling her own pale complexion until now. It only further embarrassed her but in the end it was just Blondie. She was like her best friend.

Now she was beginning to think she should have told her to begin with.

As Blondie's voice faded, nothing but silence filled the space between the two girls. Blondie still had the same grin on her face while Cupid couldn't help but smile- if only the tiniest bit- to herself.

"Dexter's room, huh?" Cupid questioned with an almost playful look taking over her perfectly proportioned facial features.

Blondie gave a swift nod as she glanced down at the same locket. "I think it was going to be for Raven."

It felt like someone had just shot Cupid through the back with an arrow. And it wasn't an arrow of love.

It wasn't exactly a new feeling but it didn't grow any less affective. Even the slightest mention of Raven was enough to send her into a spiral of over-thinking.

What did Cupid expect? That Dexter got it for himself? Of course he got it for Raven! Her hand twitched slightly with agitation. "T-then why did you steal it? We need to put it back!"

The short-lived light mood vanished. Blondie's smile vanished just as quickly.

"Are you mad?" Blondie asked. She looked genuinely surprised.

Cupid didn't mean to come across as angry. She knew her roommate meant well but she was feeling more heated as the conversation went on.

"N-no. I'm sorry, Blondie. I'm not mad." Cupid's eyes darted from the ground, to the school, and back to the ground. "And thank you. For the necklace, I mean."

Without a response, Blondie stepped forward and wrapped her arms around the goddess for a comforting hug. "You're welcome, Cupid."

Cupid returned the hug then took a deep breath, taking in the scent of Blondie's long, golden locks.

What would she have done without a friend like Blondie?

"Now," Blondie began, "It's a shame you're going to put it back."

It was obvious her friend was teasing but Cupid knew she had no choice in giving it back or not. It was the right thing to do. But she really did wish she could keep it. If only for a day. It meant more to her than she would think it would.

After the two girls broke off the hug, they made their way back inside and down the halls. Once they reached their room Cupid told Blondie to go on ahead and go to bed so she could have a minute to herself.

Blondie smiled sweetly and nodded in understanding. Then she disappeared into the bedroom.

With a sigh of exhaustion- or relief; she couldn't tell- Cupid leaned against the wall and slid down into a sitting position. The locket clutched tightly in her palm.

Her thoughts strayed from one thing to another but they never wandered far from her love. It wasn't until she looked back down to examine the simple necklace again that she noticed the hinges on the side of the heart.

'Oh, it can open.' She thought to herself as she fiddled with it.

She opened it, expecting nothing more than a photo displaying the daughter of the evil queen that she envied so much.

But it wasn't.

Instead it was a photo of her own smiling face.