Chapter 1

CPOV

Love was an interesting subject, even back then when we were young. We would claim to be in love, posting the words on their facebook wall and adding a less than three. We would be the gossip of elementary school, hoping all news was good news. But we would fall out of love as soon as we fell in. Things would change, as we grew older though.

When we were all teenagers, love got complicated. With labels on our foreheads, we would wonder if we had a chance with the popular kids. Asking a girl out would be the hardest thing on the face of the earth, hoping not to face the embarrassing rejection. Then came along Valentine's Day and we would buy each other candy grams and brag to our friends. We would go to dances together, but hardly do anything besides sit on the bleachers watching everyone else.

And by the age of seventeen, we thought we had felt it all. We thought we knew heartbreak by heart and could feel love a mile away. Little did we know that this was just the beginning of it all. So we came to ask ourselves a few questions. How does it happen? How does a person know how they feel when they look into the other's eyes? And of course, why of all the people in the world, did I choose to fall in love with her?

Everyone has different answers including fate, love at first sight, magic, and of course, Cupid. Such a small child for such an important job, I had always thought. With only a wooden bow and arrow, the god would shoot the love into people's souls. But besides for the fact that I wouldn't really trust a baby with a sharp object, another point came to mind when the name Cupid popped up.

Cupid was incredibly dangerous. He could make you fall for anyone. Even the person you had thought to be lower than you for the longest time. He could aim at you at anytime in the day, whether you could get hit in the dead of night or when you were fighting with that lucky someone.

The arrow had the power to cause drama. It basically created Mackenzie Falls and kept it running. It could form triangles, creating tough decisions, nearly impossible to choose from. With drama came tears, the arrow falling out from one's chest. With tears came anger, the already cracking arrow breaking into millions of shards. People would blame Cupid for hitting the wrong person afterwards, regretting the time wasted. People could blame all they wanted, but Cupid didn't always have the best aim.

But, sometimes, just in the few lucky moments, Cupid hit the target in the bull's-eye. And in those few moments, the arrow was stuck. No matter how many fights and tears, the arrow remained implanted in the both of us.

And that moment had passed. I had felt the arrow hit hard and had hoped for a while that Cupid didn't forget to shoot Sonny as well. But to my luck, Cupid didn't forget. We both knew that this wasn't ending soon, and we could hope it wouldn't end forever.

There are many things we learn from love. But there was one fact that reined over all. The fact was that no matter where you were, Cupid could hit you, ready or not. At any minute, the infant could hit you with his sharp weapon. And the worst part about that fact was that if Cupid hit you hard enough, the arrow was stuck. Never to come out, I was stuck with the arrow in my chest, hoping Sonny's arrow was strong, on no account of breaking. And to my luck, her arrow was in as deep as mine.

So this made me appreciate Cupid. Even if he could definitely mess things up, he brought us together and I had to thank him. Thinking about it, I really owe the little one a lot. He misses a lot, but I'm pretty sure his arrow hit the right people this time. I just can't believe his accuracy this time. No matter how many times Cupid misses, I'm glad he got this one right. I just couldn't believe that once I saw Sonny Monroe, Cupid shot the hefty arrow right…

Through My Heart.