This can't be happening. Surely, this is all a dream.

That's all Ariel can think as she sits down on some mortal's couch. How did this happen? Humans aren't even supposed to be able to see her. So why could you? And better yet, how in the heaven's had you managed to break her wing? Utterly ridiculous. This entire situation has given her nothing but a headache.

And a broken wing, of course.

"At least you're taking responsibility for your wrong-doings." She huffed, watching as you scurried around your home, trying to find something to bandage her wing with. It would have been amusing if it weren't so infuriating. "More than I can say for most mortals."

Ariel had been minding his own business—sort of. She originally came to earth to spread love. It was Valentine's Day, after all. But only a few hours into her work, you ran into her. Which sent her tumbling. And of course, she landed on her wing wrong. Just her luck.

She winced as you started to wrap her wing. "Be gentle, stupid." She hissed, glaring at you from over her shoulder. For a cupid, she was very grumpy. Or maybe it was just you who caused her sour mood.