The angel sat upon the plush clouds, swinging his feet in the calm wind. He looked down at the lovebirds below, kissing, hugging, whispering sweet nothings — all the things he longed for. But he was Cupid, wasn’t he? An angel destined to make humans find their other half, but never find his.

He wondered what it would be like. To be a human. To be free. To fall in love. But he knew Eros wouldn’t allow it. He had to stick to his duties, til the very end.