3AM Thoughts (3)

“Where were you?”

“Taking a stroll in the graveyard.”

“Didn’t you have hearts to wrap up and send to the land of Destruction, Cupid?”

“I deliver, always. And on time. But I have to bury my own heart sometimes too you know.”

“Why do you bury it?”

“If I don’t, they’ll all come to take revenge and pierce arrows in it same as I do with theirs. Over and over again. Colossal damage.”

“Where do you bury it then?”

“In his graveyard, in her park, in their night terrors, in our flesh, everywhere.”

“What were you doing in his graveyard, Cupid?”

“Looking for his heart.”

“Did you find it then?”

“He never buried it. He stitches it up instead every time after I send an arrow in it.”