Spotlight 25-26

WEEK A

SIXTH

FORM RUNNER UP

Cupid's Hidden Arrow by D

I watched her from the edges, her light was meant for farther skies - too bright, too sure, too out of reach. She laughed with others, and I counted reasons why my quiet wanting would stay quiet.

But somewhere above the noise, a small god drew his bow in secret, arrow aimed at both of us without announcement. One ordinary day her eyes held mine a second longer than chance allows. Words stumbled out - hers first, then mine - and the distance I had built collapsed like paper in rain. Turns out the arrow had struck her too, long before I noticed my wound. We had been bleeding the same quiet hope side by side the whole time. Now her hand fits mine as if the god had measured it years ago and simply waited for us to catch up.