Death to Cupid

Prologue: Will it Never End?

You know, I was once the anti-love. I held no love for anyone and, I believed, they held no love for me. I lived with parents who were far too busy to know I existed, and was a loner who, in school, was too busy with her nose in a book or doodling on a paper to make any real friends. That was the way it had been for as long as I could remember; I come home, say hi to mom while she sits on her computer, typing away, and go to my room to do homework. Not a particularly interesting life, and not a very happy one.

There was an empty part of me that was constantly missing. It was the blackened part of my heart that, at one point, turned my entire heart to ice. I held no pity for anyone and mankind seemed so much better off if they just burned alive, in my eyes. I held the incipient feelings of just withdrawing from the world entirely. I always figured I’d be better off somehow... because there really is not point in living if no one loves you. (Well, a person may love you, but they value their work more highly than you...)

I thought that this rigid cycle would never end; that this monotonous lifestyle would remain a loveless love.

And you know what? I couldn’t have been more wrong...

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Prologue to what I believe will be a really good story. Feel free to give as much constructive criticism as you'd like. I would love to improve my writing abilities and I can only do that if you correct me.

Miss Whatsit