Warnings: Heavy angst.
~~~~~Goodbye, my almost lover, Goodbye, my hopeless dream~~~~~
They'd been together (sort-of) for over 1300 years. 13 centuries of stolen kisses and shy smiles, discrete handholding and coy looks.
~~~~~I'm trying not to think about you, Can't you just let me be?~~~~~
And now it was over. That bitch flutters her eyelashes at Cupid and he drops Strife like a hot rock.
"It's not like we had anything official." strife mumbles into his pillow. "Maybe he was just experimenting or something. he never actually said he felt the same."
~~~~~So long, my luckless romance, My back is turned on you~~~~~
At Cupid's wedding he bares his teeth in a grim rictus of a smile and tells Cupid how happy he is for him. When they hug Strife wonders how Cupid can't feel his heart breaking.
~~~~~Should've known you'd bring me heartache~~~~~
"I wanted him so bad, but I was never going to be what he wanted was I?" Strife asked himself. "Never going to be what anyone wants."
~~~~~Almost lovers always do...~~~~~
In the back of his mind Cupid screams in agony as he is forcibly ripped from his soulmate and bound to a woman who cares more for power and beauty than for love. A passionless woman that his mother picked out for him. He dies a inside a little more each day.
But on the surface he is happy and that's all that matters... isn't it?