A little farther, a little more

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See, that’s what the app is perfect for.

Sounds perfect Wahhhh, I don’t wanna
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You have developed a reputation for being an expert matchmaker. Whenever you’re around, people who meet each other end up falling in love. But what no one else sees is that Cupid has been trying to shoot you with an arrow for a long time now, and all you’ve been doing is dodging them.

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I saw him in the back of the bar. Just out of the corner of my eye - trying desperately hard not to be seen by me. No one else could see him and I was 50/50 on if he was real or if I needed to talk to a therapist about the odd over weight trucker looking guy with a fucking bow and arrow slung over his shoulder I keep seeing.

The girl beside me smiles, she’s pretty, funny and makes me feel comfortable - rare in a person - and puts her hand on mine. Her nail polish is simple, nothing obnoxious. Nothing like my jet black coffin nails. I’ve been on a deep dive into nail art recently. It’s how I met her - we were both waiting for our manicure appointments.

The trucker moves a little, and I try not to let it show on my face. He’s lining up a shot, and I don’t wanna die here - in this bar, with this girl.

The bow glitters, like mica powder on a gel nail, and he lets the arrow fly.

Arrows are a lot fucking faster than people think. I always assumed it was like, a slow arc or something… but no. It’s just as fast as a bullet, and the moment I see his fingers twitch I react.

I need to be luck every time. He just needs to be lucky once.

I sneeze. My head rocks back at the motion and the arrow misses me by millimeters. I can feel the air as it passes. Too close.

I glance over at where the arow came from, but the man - the ghost? the… omen? - is gone.

“Bless you,” the man standing at the other side of me says, before he locks eyes with my new friend. I can hear her exhale, see the look in her eyes as she stares at him. Starstuck. Awed. I take a step back, and she doesn’t notice.

For fuck sake, I think as I walk away. She doesn’t even notice, just maintains eye contact with this random man in a suit as I leave. Four dates I’ve been on and every single fucking time, I have the same weird maybe-a-hallucination and my date ends up ignoring me for someone else.

I give up. Love just isn’t meant for me.