Cupid didn't know what would happen. He's never hit the wrong person. He sat, day and night, worrying and thinking about all the things that could happen. Sometimes, the thoughts were small, such as thinking that maybe they'll just fight more than normal. Other times, his thoughts were much worse, as if this would cause an unbalance to all worlds love. Would it cause more war? Could it make the days longer? Shorter? It was only a matter of time before the arrow kicked in and they fell in love, and Cupids answers would soon be answered. He would pace the halls at night, remembering they're faces as he struck them. Both people having confused looks, but a distant look in there eyes. He couldn't eat, he couldn't sleep. One night, he finally got a blink of sleep. Whenever he awoke, he raced to the two victims apartments. Oddly enough, they were both there, happily eating. This might not be to bad, he thought to himself.
