God knows

I've thought hard about what it would be like to be shot by Cupid's arrows.

That actually looks cruel and scary, but looking at the people who were shot by the arrows, it seems that they have never looked in pain. Did they feel something invisible concentrated in their hearts?Did you feel it?Can't describe it as pain, but an almost generally intense feeling?

I think love is like this, you will indeed be hurt, but you feel the pain willingly, without knowing it.

But I was so painful that I was close to death. I really felt the pain, felt my body being torn apart, and even saw blood gushing out with my own eyes.

"so sorry."

"I don't intend to mess with your life, Ann, I should never have existed for you."

How I wish I could forget the tone and accent she used to call my name, and just uttering a single syllable made me addicted.

When I passed out, I kept seeing the sun in the dark. I thought it was the disease of longing, because when I turned my head to look at the window frame, I always looked out through the thin texture of wings, like that The scene has been with me for so long.

"Ann, I insist on telling a story, maybe it will start with meeting you."

"You are special, I told you, you are special to me."

The pain in the shoulder was so stark, but not painful enough, not as painful as my loss of a thousandth of her, and if it could be endured, it couldn't be love.

"I will miss..."

"...will miss you."

When I sat up suddenly, my shoulder felt like I had experienced the pain of being penetrated again.

"Hey, watch out, watch out!"

Jeffrey anxiously reached out to support me and reminded me softly.

"Where am I... Where am I?"

"This is a hospital! I suppose that's pretty obvious!"

"How is this going?"

Even though it was impossible to get an answer to this question, I still asked it.

"Ann, no one knows what happened to you. You were bleeding profusely for no reason. It almost killed you." Jeffrey said with a worried look on his face. It's going to be packed with a lot of reporters."

"It's not a holy wound." It was clear, and I knew the reason for the injury.

"I don't think so, you're an atheist."

So, there is indeed a wound?

Phoenix's arrows never hurt anyone.

Phoenix!

Was Phoenix around then?

Why is it?

where is she?What are you thinking?Why exactly?

"Do you know how close you are to death?" Jeffrey said, reaching out and squeezing my hand, "Beth is going crazy with you, she just left, I think I'll call her and tell her you Wake up."

I nodded and watched Jeffrey take out his mobile phone and walk outside the ward.

I lowered my head and stared at the sheets.

I remembered one morning when I overslept and poked an arrow at me. She knew Cupid's arrows could hurt.

Does Phoenix want to kill me?

"Oh! My God! My God!"

Beth rushed towards my hospital bed as soon as she entered the door, but stopped suddenly when she reached the edge of the bed, and finally took a step back and sat down on the edge of the bed.Such a gesture made me feel almost guilty, thinking that just before the incident, I rejected Beth severely, almost cruelly.

The expression on her face was full of worry, and her eyes were slightly red. I thought she might have cried.

Beth still kept a considerate distance from me, which made me feel sorry for her.

"I'm fine."

"It's a good thing you're fine." Beth said with a sigh, her tone was soft and fragile, "It was so sudden and without reason, it hit me too hard."

This cannot be without reason.

I stared at Beth's pretty face and thought, and felt that there was something in it that I had missed.

"Hey, if I really hang up because of this, at least I haven't lived in vain."

"What bullshit?" she asked almost scoldingly.

"After all, we broke into the kitchen together and fried bacon under Howard's nose!" I laughed and said, feeling a slight tingle in my shoulder as it resonated in my chest, "I have no regrets in this life!"

Beth shook her head.

"Ann, it doesn't matter if you never like me in your whole life."

She said quite frankly that Geoffrey stepped back slightly behind her, turned around and pretended not to be there.

"I said, I didn't find Carol for love. Although you will be my perfect girl, it's not enough for me just to be a good partner who harassed the school kitchen. It's really so short."

I looked at her quietly, she had a serious look on her face.

"It's okay if I'm not your Gwen Stacy, I really don't mind."

"But I'm not Peter Parker after all." I said with a faint smile, "And you, Beth, if there is a story about you, you should be the main character, the hero."

She laughed.

"Nah, you will be my Robin."

"I'll be your Ah Fu."

She squeezed my hand, squeezed it, and finally let go.

"Next time we find you, we have to steal a whole roast chicken."

Beth stood up, patted my head, and announced to me, a broad smile on her face.

I feel very sad, but at the same time, I have a feeling of letting go of the knot in my heart. Maybe being loved by someone you don't love may not be a burden, but the bond is subtle and indescribable.

"Help me take care of her."

Beth whispered to Jeffrey, turned her head and smiled at me, waved her hand and strode out of the ward.

There was a silence in the space after Beth left.

"Don't talk." I cut Jeffrey off angrily, before he could speak.

"I just want to say that the conversation you just had was really not an ordinary otaku."

I couldn't help laughing lightly.

"Yeah, she's perfect."

"I don't understand, Ann, I don't understand you."

"I don't know myself, Jeffrey."

I sighed.

"I wish I could love her like she loves me..."

As I said that, I was suffocated, and it was difficult to breathe for a while.

I said it, I said it to Beth.

How I wish I could love you like you love me.

Cupid's arrow is just a part of the vein of fate, it is not allowed and cannot reverse the fate that has been written.The person who should fall in love will fall in love, and the two who should not be forced together cannot be forced together.

"Love is deadly, like poison."

"If you have a "feeling" but don't shoot an arrow, and if you shoot an arrow without a "feeling", the target will die."

I seemed to see the hidden meaning in this link, and I stared at Jeffrey with my mouth open, almost angry.I understand.

Phoenix, you are really cruel.

She hadn't intended to kill me, it was just that Phoenix, for some stupid reason—perhaps because of my own words—wish to make me fall in love with Beth.

Phoenix knew that this would not work, but he still tried to reverse and rewrite a fate.

She wants me to fall in love with Beth.

This, almost tastes the taste of despair.