Their magical night had finally come to a close. Lily could say, with absolute confidence, that this was the best date she'd ever been on. It would be an impossible feat for anyone else to top it. She had a strong feeling this entire, unforgettable experience had been Alexander's plan from the very beginning.
Alex pulled the Lamborghini smoothly to a stop in front of her apartment building. "Allow me to be a proper gentleman and walk you to your door," he offered, climbing out of the car before opening her door for her.
"Well, thank you," she said, a warmth spreading through her as they walked side-by-side up to her apartment door. Standing before it, he turned, a small, enigmatic smile playing on his lips.
"I had a good time too," he said, his eyes twinkling. "It's a shame we'll never see each other again... right?" He gave her a subtle wink.
Lily tilted her head, staring at him. "What's the problem with us spending time together?" she asked, a hesitant note in her voice. "Are you, like, married or something?" She couldn't fathom how someone who looked like him wasn't already taken.
He laughed, shaking his head. He didn't blame her for asking, but the directness of the question still took him by surprise. "Um, no, I'm not married," he clarified. "It's just... complicated. The reasoning as to why I need to stay away from you."
Lily had been intrigued by Alexander ever since their first meeting; he'd been a giant question mark in her life. During dinner, she'd tried to learn more about him, but he'd skillfully sidestepped any direct questions about himself. There were so many secrets: how could he afford this entire date? Was he famous? Surely, if he were, she would have known.
Why couldn't he just be around her? Was he embarrassed to be seen with her? She bit her bottom lip, looking down at the ground, a wave of disappointment washing over her.
Alexander instantly felt her upset. He hadn't intended to hurt her feelings with his words, but technically, he wasn't even supposed to be here. "Hey," he said softly, reaching out. He gently pulled her bottom lip from between her teeth, making her look up at him through her lashes. "I truly enjoyed being with you tonight. I'll never forget it. But I'm not from here, and I have to go back to where I belong. You're a beautiful woman, Lily, but I don't think we're meant to be together." He said it as gently as he could, hoping his carefully chosen words would somehow cushion the blow of his impending absence. It was for both their good.
She nodded slowly; after all, it wasn't like she could force him to stay. She leaned up on her heels, debating whether to kiss him on the lips. He froze in place, holding his breath, waiting for her decision. She leaned closer, and he held his breath as she pressed a soft kiss to the corner of his mouth. She pulled back, offering him a small, sad smile.
"Goodnight and goodbye, Alexander," she said quietly, her voice barely a whisper. With that, she unlocked her door and slipped inside, leaving him standing alone. He remained there for a moment, looking at the closed door with a heavy heart. "Goodnight," he whispered.
The Lamborghini slowly began to shimmer, its form dissolving into the night as Alexander made his way down the sidewalk, hands tucked into his pockets. Using so much magic today had drained him, a weariness settling deep in his bones. He closed his eyes, focusing on the thought of his home back in Heaven. A cool, comforting feeling enveloped his body, and when he opened his eyes, he was standing in his own, pristine house.
Returning to Heaven always helped restore his strength when he truly exerted himself. He figured Lily would be okay for a while, at least until his energy was fully recharged. He loosened his tie, hanging it on a tie rack by his door. From his living room window, he could see the celestial cityscape: towering buildings resting atop fluffy clouds, angels flying by in every direction, fully enjoying their eternal afterlife, the sun shining brightly in the distance.
The thing about Heaven was, it was never truly night here; the sun was always out, the temperature was always perfect - never too hot, never too cold. The weather was consistently perfect, no rain or storms. Angels never had to worry about crime or sickness.
Most souls, upon entering Heaven, didn't remember much of their past mortal lives. But for Alexander, when he died and the High Council granted him the rare privilege of becoming a Guardian Angel, it was different. They told him it was because he had selflessly sacrificed his life to save his younger sister. As a unique allowance, he was permitted to keep all his past memories from when he was alive.
In a way, it was both a blessing and a curse. He remembered his own death, vividly, along with all the abuse he and his sister, Alice, had endured at the hands of their awful parents before he finally took Alice and ran away. He hoped both his parents were rotting in Hell at this very moment. But it warmed his heart to know that after his own death, Alice had been able to live a good life, eventually turning out to be a good enough person that when she died, she too came to Heaven. She wasn't a Guardian Angel like him, but she remembered who he was and often came to visit him. Still, with his duties, he didn't have as much time to spend with her as he would like.
He pulled his shirt over his head as he walked into his room to hang it in the closet. His glorious white wings stretched out from his back, shimmering with an ethereal glow. He loved that his wings could retract in and out of his body at will - a unique ability granted only to Guardian Angels so they could blend in better on Earth with humans. When his wings were retracted, it left a beautiful, intricate tattoo of a pair of wings on his back, which he'd never had a problem with; he thought it looked good on him.
His mind drifted to Lily as he changed into night clothing. She had looked truly disappointed when he told her he couldn't see her again, but it was for the best, for both of them. He really had enjoyed spending time with her tonight. The thought that she believed she wasn't worthy of his attention and affection bothered him profoundly. What was there to dislike about her? In his eyes, she was the perfect woman. All the more reason for him to stay away.
He climbed into his bed. Technically, angels didn't need sleep, but he knew that rest would help recharge his energy quicker. Closing his eyes, his mind, despite his intentions, was filled with thoughts of Lily.
(Mia note: I gave y'all alittle back ground on Alexander in this part. What do you think do you think he'll be able to stay away from her?)
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