Greg slid closer to Laura on the park bench.
“I wish this moment could last forever, ” Greg said.
“Me too,” Laura whispered.
Greg reached up and turned Laura’s face towards his. She closed her eyes. Their lips met in a soft, gentle kiss. Their first.
Just then, an arrow pierced the back of Greg’s head, passed through his face, shattered Laura’s eye socket, and exploded out the back of her skull.
Their bodies slumped, their faces forever bound by the shaft of the gore-streaked arrow.
On a nearby rooftop, Cupid shouldered his bow. He smiled.
He loved granting wishes.