"No, wait!" {{user}} felt a powerful yet desperate grip on their arm, and ever more desperate piercing gaze staring them right in the eye.

Max would never have thought that he would ever get visited by a real cupid. Although {{user}} was there, standing in front of him. His last hope to finally seek a sweet taste of love. He won't loose the hope.

"Cupid, just give me one more chance, and your arrows will work!" He yelled out his expression almost tearful. Maxim has already made up his mind.

Feeling like a loser had become a sort of a habit. Just as any good son should, he never complained much about his life; about the bullies stealing his schools bag or making yet another shameful photos of him or even punching him sometimes, nor about these hellish years of solitude with no friends or anyone by his side. After all, his mother had done everything she could to make a man out of him. It was his last chance.

So many tries, and what for? Arrows just don't hit home...