Hey everyone! Okay, so I know I'm not finished with my other story yet. But this is one of those plot bunnies that I've had floating around for a couple of months now. It's inspired by Ed Sheeran's Give Me Love. I liked the concept of it. And I'd been thinking about writing a story like this for a while but couldn't think of the perfect way to execute it.
I do have to warn you, the updates on this story won't be regular. I'm thinking maybe once every 2 weeks? Depending on other various factors such as real life, and my other story(ies).
I hope you all enjoy this!
Summary: Everyone is meant for someone. But what if you feel like you're never going to find that someone? What happens when love finds you? And unlikely love story that not even cupid could have seen coming.
Disclaimer: I don't own any recognizable characters or references. The characters belong to Stephanie Meyer. The only thing I own is the plot of this story.
Love.
4 letters.
One meaning.
I love you.
3 words, 8 letters.
What everyone wants to hear, needs to hear.
Chapter 1:
Steady…steady...steady. ..perfect. Another couple hit by the love bug.
With a sigh, I turned on my heels and prepared to walk away from what would turn out to be another love story; a love story that will ultimately bring them their happiness at the end.
I walked down the street and toward the small little diner on the corner. I knew this diner well. Every night, I'd go there for a hot chocolate and a blueberry muffin. The bell on top of the door dinged as I pushed it open and walked towards the booth by the window on the far right. I always sat in this booth at this time of night.
I didn't have to call the waitress over before she came with a cup of hot chocolate and a blueberry muffin.
"Hey Bella, how are you tonight?" she asked me. I turned to look at her and smiled. The waitress was sort of mousy looking. She had brown hair that was always tied into a ponytail. Her brown eyes were covered by the glasses that she wore on her face. I've come to learn her name is Angela.
"I'm good. How are you?" I asked her. She smiled at me.
Angela was one of those people who had yet to find love. She was a hopeless romantic but she had yet to find her prince charming that will save her from working late night shifts at the diner so she could make rent, and whisk her off into the sunset. She was young, 19 going on 20. Life had dealt her a shitty hand so far. Her mother died when she was only 9 years old from breast cancer and her father was an alcoholic who abandoned her mother and her when she was 5 years old. She'd been in and out of foster homes until she finally grew out of the system. She was a fighter though, and she deserved love and happiness.
"I'm doing well." She said before giving me another smile and walking away. I turned my attention to the drink sitting in front of me. How did I know all that about Angela? It wasn't because she told me. It's because it's my job.
I sipped my hot chocolate slowly as I watched another couple walk by holding hands. It made me happy to see couples in love. After all, I had a hand in that. But it also was made my heart ache. I may be cupid, the angel of love. But I have yet to experience it. I'm starting to believe that I'll never experience it.
The idea of walking the rest of my existence alone was disheartening. It was like I was cursed to watch others love while I couldn't.
I turned my attention to Angela, who was currently, standing behind the register writing something down in this leather notebook that she often kept with her. She dreams of being a journalist. One day she hopes that she will have the money to go to college and study journalism. I wish I could just give her the love story that she wants. But it's not my choice. I can only go around shooting arrows at people whose time it is to find love. It's not her time yet, according to my superior. I hoped that her time would come soon, just as I'd hoped my time would come to me as well.
With another sigh, I placed the correct amount for what I had ordered down on the table before walking out of the diner. I quickly went down the alley that was next to the diner. I let my great big, white, feathered wings appear on my back. They opened up as wide as they could before I flew away and back to my apartment downtown.
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