AN: There will be original characters in this story! This story is based on my original story/book where two characters of mine remind me of shikatema. Enjoy reading!
'If you could love again, would you?'
Those words were the first thing Temari saw after she died. They were written with pearly white, floating in the air, practically glimmering. To be precise everything around her was white, almost blinding, kind of suffocating.
An overwhelming feeling struck her, should the afterlife really look like this, feel like this? She doesn't know.
Should she reply to the mysterious writing on no existing walls? She doesn't know.
She can't lose a lot by doing such a thing, right? She was already dead after all.
She centrally has an abnormal amount of distrust for all things human right now. But she needs to say something or the situation won't move from its starting point.
The wind fills her lungs, her lips move and she says it.
"Yes." That's it, one word. The word that holds too much pressure for Its own good.
Was her answer right? She doesn't know.
But some little part of her heart says that It was, so she will trust it, and she will be proud of her answer. Because Temari was always a proud woman and she will stay like that in the glory of her pretty dead self.
With her words spoken, loud and proud came another wave of weirdly written words.
'Congratulations, dear Cupid. Welcome to your new life.'
And that's when It all started.
She worked here as a Cupid for hundreds of years now. It's simple. She likes It enough. But a lot is missing.
With passing decades comes a new culture to know about, new clothes to change into, and new people to get to know.
She became an expert in reading people, in looking into their souls and flipping the pages of their hearts, ripping some in the process and some tapping back with an invisible tape of sorts.
Her job is to help people, to place them together to be exact, to find to perfect pieces of the same puzzle and put them together with her own effort. It's not a hard job when you are a good judge of character which she surely is.
But sometimes the flood of loneliness hits you like a bucket of cold water suddenly poured all over you and you can't stop it even if you tried. It feels quite deafeating, even more, when you remember that you actually know your past lives, your past yearning, past likes and dislikes, and past loves that are now useless.
There is only one rule in the list of freedoms in Cupis life and that's to not form relationships with angels.
Angels are creatures that help people survive, guide them through life and death, and are forbidden to the world that she lives in right now.
At one of her most recent jobs, she met someone, a friend, the one from hundreds of years ago. The one she remembers vividly, this friend of hers never gave up on her, was a kind, gentle soul, the exact opposite of her rough personality and she was happy to meet her again, to help her again. To lift her again, the little healer of the girl she knew for so long.
But should she be considered a friend anymore? She is an angel now, should she forget her?
It's not that important anyways no angel actually remembers.
And beside her old friend came the other one who was much more special than she fears. It's terrifying and she is never scared. This is not her, she was always so fearless.
She can't believe that he is there, looking at her again, she wants to cry so badly, but she is Temari, so she doesn't cry.
What scares her is that she misses his kisses so fucking much but if she asked for one he would reply with questions.
He doesn't remember her and it's killing her inside. She misses him knowing her, knowing who she is. She pleads for him to come back, to hundreds of years ago when she met him wearing a long flowy dress meant just for royal blood.
But should he be considered her love anymore? He is an angel now, should she forget him?
It's not that important anyways no angel remembers.
One day he just came to her as if he knows her, or as if he knows that he knew her.
She was smoking, something she saw as a relaxing activity to help hit time left and right. It came with one of the most recent decades in this life she lived.
"Most people would think that creature of such grace shouldn't fill their precious lungs with dirty cigarette smoke, am I not right?" he asks with a dirty smirk, shaming her newfound addiction.
"Yeah you are, but we are immortal so who even cares, am I not right?" Temari replies coldly, so he could not see the delight she felt. When he talks to her it's the only thing she can feel.
"Yes you most definitely are, your highness," he states simply. Like he didn't know what he just said.
At that moment everything stopped. World, time, her heart. Everything hurt from that little bit of hope.
"Wait, you remember me?"
"What a torture, you would spare me some time you know," she said, stunned.
"I do, but looking at you so desperate to keep a straight face touched something in me and I wanted to see it more."
"You're awful."
"I know."
"I missed you."
"I know."