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Title: The Truth of Love

Author: Adalisa

Feedback: I love it. It's inspiring... and let's face it, it's the only real reason to keep writing.

Distribution: My site, anyone else, just ask.

Summary: Sorry, I can't spoil it.

Sequel to: The Acts of love

Rating: Pg-13

Disclaimer: Trevor, Champ and all Cupid characters were created by Rob Thomas, who is a genius, and belong to Tri Star Pictures, Sony and to the guys of ABC who didn't knew what they had and let die a wonderful series. So while someone else takes them, I play a little with them.

Content: Champ/Trevor

Warning: This has m/m. You should know that already, since you found this.

Spoilers: Children's Hour, the Pilot. Basically that's it.

There are many truths... but the most known one is Love hurts. And it is true... Only that I didn't know how much it could hurt until six months ago.

Six months ago, Trevor disappeared.

I can remember that day as it if had been yesterday. The night before, Trevor had been quite cheerful. After a year of being a mortal, he was finally getting his hundred couples together.

That night, he was only missing three.

We had dinner together, he joked with me about how if I just let him find the perfect girl for me, I would be his 99th couple... and the last thing I told him before going to sleep was that he was crazy.

When I woke up, he was nowhere around.

But I really didn't realized what that meant, you know? I just thought he had gotten a new inspiration, needed to jog a little or something. Even when I had spend a whole year worrying about what would happen when he finally went home... I was not ready.

When Trevor didn't came for breakfast, I began to worry... but I told myself I was just being overprotective of him. That I was worried with what would happen to him if Dr. Allen decided to come looking for him.

And she came, a little after midday, when I was getting ready to get to work, yelling about why Trevor hadn't come to their session. She was very angry, since her book was stuck in the middle, after all, there was no sign of Trevor stopping being Cupid, and the fact that Trevor missed just one of their sessions was a bad thing.

He had never missed one before.

We looked for him in all the usual places and a couple of unusual too. We asked people. I even skipped work at Taggerty's wondering where Trevor could be. I checked every tall building at Chicago, every museum, and every Greek-like place...

Only when I returned home I noticed that the bead string had moved again. 100 beads, all together in the left side of the room.

Then I knew that he was gone.

Claire kept looking for a month or so, put him as a missing person's with the police, even hired a detective. But of course, that was useless.

Me? I was on automatic.

In the moment I realized that he was gone, I simply shut down for a while. I felt like if someone had torn my heart out of my chest.

I kept loosing roles for that. My acting was shot to hell, because all I could think was that I hadn't been allowed to tell Trevor good-bye.

That stage ended after a month, when the guys of the single's group came to my apartment, and dragged be to Taggerty's, to talk about Trevor. Claire wanted to declare him officially dead, and seemed a little down for it, but Mike and the others thought that a funeral wouldn't do for someone as joyful as Trevor. So we got plastered, remembering all what he told us about love, life and the truths around the world.

It still hurt that I would never hear his voice again, but at least, to know that I wasn't the only one who missed him.

I stopped being in automatic, and began thinking more and more about why Trevor would go away without saying goodbye.

Maybe he couldn't. Maybe he didn't want to.

Or maybe he was just so happy that he was finally going home that he forgot. For what I've read, Greek gods are like that.

Yes, after he went away, I began reading more and more about his family, about his culture. I don't know how much of it is accurate, but it was a way to stay near him.

Today, it's Cupid's day again. At Taggerty, there's a party going on. In honor to Trevor, we've instituted Cupid's day ball, for people without couples. But I still have a couple of hours before the ball, and if I am going to break down and cry... well, I don't want to do it in front of everyone else.

After all, no one knew that I loved him.

So here am I, sitting at the same coffee shop where I waited for him, that day when his soul was torn apart from homesickness, just thinking about him.

I don't know if Love has gotten better or not in the last six months... I don't know if Zeus forgave Trevor or not...

But now, as I see couples around, girls giggling as they hug white bears that they boyfriends gave them, and even those who don't have someone to spend this day with... I see joy, I see friendship...

I see him...

If I close my eyes, I can see his smile, his eyes...

And now I cry, because I miss him.

The last thing I told him was that he was crazy, and now, he's gone...

You know what is funny? If he was here and he saw me like this... he would tell me that I would get over it. Find some one new... Keep going.

Because Love is like that. One has to keep going.

Even if it hurts.

I don't want to go on. I don't want to forget him.

I could never forget him.

Still, I have to keep going.

Maybe I will never see him again, or maybe he'll appear when I least expect him. I don't know. I'm only sure of one thing.

If I see him again, I will not stay silent.

I will tell him the truth.

When I see him again.

After all, true love lasts forever, even when it hurts.

That is the truth.

The truth of Love.

"I love you, Trevor... and I'll love you forever."

The End.

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Adalisa

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