The water rippled quietly around them as the man's fingers traced along Avarka's jawline. In that touch lay the memory of millennia, the weight of unspoken promises, and the sorrow of countless failed attempts. Avarka knew this moment could not last forever. Just as she knew that by the time dawn's light reached the sky, she would no longer remember what this touch, this closeness, this awareness truly meant.
The man gazed deep into her eyes, and it felt as if all the tremors of existence had condensed into this single moment. There were no longer any boundaries—no human, no angel, no past, no present. Only the ancient attraction that had always burned between them.
Avarka's lips barely touched his, yet it felt as if an entire world collapsed into that kiss. A pure, radiant force ignited between them—not just the meeting of bodies, but something far more. The language of the soul. The convergence of human and angelic existence. A lost melody, now rediscovered.
In their kiss lay all the severed pasts, all the unfulfilled promises. The man's hands pressed against Avarka's waist, and their bodies instinctively moved toward each other. His fingers wandered lower, drawing a quiet moan from her lips. The cool embrace of the water faded into the background, replaced by the burning heat of their skin against each other. Avarka felt she knew every movement of the man—this moment had always existed, and now they had simply found their way back to it.
As their bodies intertwined, new memories flared up in Avarka's mind. Fragments of past lives—names, faces, touches, tastes, and scents she had never experienced in this body, yet they were all hers. She felt the weight pressing down on her—the pain and beauty of endless cycles, of eternal return.
The man's whisper was barely more than a breath against her skin:
— So, have you reconnected?
Avarka didn't answer immediately. She just sat there, letting the emotions flow through her, then slowly raised her hand and placed it on the edge of the bathtub. Her fingers left damp traces on the cold porcelain. She looked out through the window at the skyscrapers, watching the flashing neon signs, the endless night that swallowed the city whole. Then finally, in a quiet yet sharply cutting voice, she spoke:
— Why now?
The man took a deep breath. The water rippled gently around them, as if time itself was breathing with them.
Avarka slowly turned toward him, and for the first time, truly looked into his eyes. His emerald-green gaze was like the sky before a storm, filled with suppressed promises.
— Because we need each other. We were both tense. I wanted to feel you again.
The words echoed in Avarka's mind, but it felt as though they weren't meant just for her, but for all those who had ever been within her, who had once been her.
In the lukewarm embrace of the water, in the closeness of the man's skin, in the touch of his hips, and in the reality of their bodies intertwining, Avarka's lips trembled.
— You know I would always stay by your side. Always. But…
The man smiled, but his smile was veiled, laced with a sorrowful understanding.
— But you always want to know more.
Avarka gave a small nod.
— I want to know what it's like to live overflowing with emotions. What it feels like when a decision rewrites destinies. I want to know what it's like when a person believes they are doing the right thing, yet they don't even understand what they have changed. I want to feel the weight of difficult choices, the pain, the joy. How could I ever be a celestial being if I have never lived through any of this? I can only truly help a human being if I have walked every path of life. Wealth, poverty, war… And I want to know— her voice faded, then strengthened again— …why I always feel drawn back to where I came from.
The man ran his fingers down her neck, his words barely more than a whisper:
— Sometimes, sweet ignorance is better.
The words hung between them, heavy and weightless at the same time. Avarka's heart pounded, and her body moved instinctively as she wrapped her leg around his hips. She felt their souls and bodies dancing together.
The man pressed his forehead against hers, and only a breath separated them.
— When this moment ends, I'll lose this awareness too, won't I? — Avarka whispered.
The man didn't answer right away. His fingers slowly traced down her waist, as if trying to etch this moment into reality.
— Perhaps.
Avarka let out a soft laugh, but her laughter trembled.
— Then, for these few minutes, I want to know the answer.
The man's green gaze seemed to pierce deeper into hers. The water, the closeness of their bodies, the blurred memories all vibrated around them.
— In my past lives, have I committed many sins? — Avarka asked softly.
The man's fingers ran along her jawline, his lips barely brushing hers, as if he wanted to whisper not just the words but their very meaning into her through gentle kisses, transferring them from one breath to another.
— Your only sin has always been that you loved me.
And in that moment, Avarka knew that no matter what she decided, no matter where she drifted, this truth would never change.
The water rippled quietly around them as the man's fingers traced the curve of Avarka's face. In that touch lay the memory of millennia, unspoken promises, and the pain of failed attempts, over and over again. Avarka knew this moment couldn't last forever. Just as she knew that by the time dawn's light reached the sky, she wouldn't remember what this touch, this closeness, this awareness truly meant.
The man looked deep into her eyes, and it felt as if the entire existence condensed into this single moment. There were no more boundaries—no human, no angel, no past, no present. Only the ancient attraction that had always burned between them.
Avarka's lips barely brushed against his, yet it felt as if an entire world collapsed into that kiss. A pure, radiant force flared between them—not just the union of bodies, but something more. The language of the soul. The meeting of human and celestial existence. A lost melody, now heard once more.
In their kiss lay all the severed pasts, all the promises that had never been fulfilled. The man's hands settled on Avarka's waist, and their bodies moved toward each other instinctively. His fingers traveled lower, drawing a soft moan from her lips. The cool embrace of the water faded into the background, replaced by the heat of their skin. Avarka felt she knew every movement of his—as if this moment had always existed, and now they had merely found their way back to it.