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The Look of Love

I moved unseen along the busy street, always on the lookout for targets. I’d been in the job for 12 years now, I was one of the best. I drew my pistols as I saw a likely pair of marks, the air between them seemed to shimmer.

The bullets made no noise as they left the barrels, and the victims only made the slightest movement as they got hit. They turned towards each other, their eyes opened wide. I saw the golden mist emanate from their pupils, when the glittering tendrils met they both increased in intensity.

As I watched I thought back to my first day.

“Is that what love looks like?” I’d asked my tutor.

“Don’t be foolish, they’ve only just met, that’s what attraction looks like, that’s pure lust. Give it time and maybe it’ll develop, it’ll look less showy though. Look at that old couple there, bound in a mahogany haze, that’s love. You can’t go much wrong as a Cupid if you make pairings that end like that.”

I snapped back to present, and walked round the golden couple, now deep in conversation.

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