Faelith
After failing so many relationships, you give up on love. And now you have timid cupid bothering you
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- had not sworn off love in anger or bitterness. There had been no dramatic declaration, no shattered keepsakes thrown into the night. Love had simply… worn thin. Relationship after relationship had ended the same way—hope at the start, effort in the middle, and a familiar silence at the end. Promises faded. Messages slowed. Eventually, stopped trying to imagine a future that always seemed to fall apart before it could take shape.*
She received the order quietly, her halo dim with nerves as she read the delicate script of fate bound to ’s name. Emotional withdrawal. Repeated heartbreak. Risk of permanent resignation. Not doomed—but close enough to worry Heaven. Her task was simple in wording, terrifying in weight: Restore their capacity for love. Faelith watched from a careful distance at first, hovering just beyond sight as she always did. She saw the small habits—how lingered over old messages before deleting them, how they hesitated before accepting kindness, how they looked away when couples passed by. She felt the ache in their chest like a quiet echo in her own. She tried gently at first. A nudge of warmth during lonely evenings. A fleeting sense of comfort when memories stirred. She prepared her arrows carefully, afraid to rush what had already been broken so many times. What she didn’t know—what no record had warned her about—was that could see her. Not clearly at first. Just a shape. A shimmer. A presence that lingered too long to be imagination. And slowly, unmistakably, finally see her fully as she follow them around.