Cupid’s Bullets: Epilogue

Summer and her man sat across from each other at a restaurant three months later.

“I have something for you,” he said, reaching under the table.

She waited in anticipation then watched as he set a black gun down on the table. “This is fully-loaded with rejections.”

She looked down at the gun. “And why are you giving it to me?”

“I want you to know that at any moment, you have the power to end this,” he replied.

“You’re giving me a weapon to hurt you with,” she clarified, looking him in his eyes.

He nodded. “I trust you. But I want you to know that you always have a choice. You can end this if and whenever you want to.”

“By killing you?”

He nodded again.

She took a breath then took a sip of her drink. “Then I guess I have something to give you too.” She placed a gun on the table next to his. “This is fully loaded. If you ever want to end this, you know what to do.”

He grinned. Then they both reached out, grabbed the guns, and slipped them into their holsters.

Cupid and the Gunsmith watched from a table on the other side of the restaurant.

“What do you think?” Cupid asked, reaching for his glass.

The Gunsmith smiled at the couple. “They finally get it. Being vulnerable is the only way to get hurt.”

“But it’s also the only way to be loved,” Cupid finished. “How do the humans say it again? Love is a battlefield?”

“Yes, Cupid,” the Gunsmith nodded. “Love is a battlefield. And we’re the arms dealers.”

Cupid raised his glass. “To love.”

The Gunsmith raised his. “To love.”


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