They both turned to face her.
“Oh my goodness, she has no idea; I can’t believe it.” Aris exaggeratedly looked at Azrael. “You didn’t tell a girl she was dying.” Natasha looked at Aris. It was pointless to deny it when Natasha witnessed unimaginable things and creatures appear in front of her. She mustered the nerve and said the words she knew were true since she spotted Azrael on the road and nearly got hit by a car.
“Am I going to die?”
They both stood silently. Aris’ gaze was fixed on Azrael, and Azrael’s gaze didn’t move from Natasha’s. She asks him quietly. Why am I not terrified when I know what this is all leading to? Why do I feel like I know you?
“Aye!” Aris signs. “We don’t have time for this,” she says with a stomp of her foot.
Natasha looks about her home, not understanding anything and not knowing who these people are. She needs logic; she can’t just go with her gut. She wanted to be angry and afraid, but her thoughts carried her to a numbing ally of silence and calmness.
“You’re meant to tell me if I’m going to die.” Natasha frown. “And why is this even being discussed? Do you check with people before taking them?”
It was difficult to look at him and ignore the pull.
She’s supposed to be with him; something felt right about these words. She attempted to put some rationality into her train of thinking, but nothing came of it; perhaps she had gone too far.
Natasha struggled not to catch Azrael’s gaze. He remained there like a block of ice, without moving a muscle, yet she saw a million things behind his eyes as if she’d been reading them for years.
“It’s a pity you haven’t caught up yet,” Aris said.
“How about we do it later? Right now, we need….” Aris was interrupted when the doorbell rang.
“Whoever this is, send them away, and we’ll get this show going,”
“I’m not going anywhere,” Natasha declared. She looks at the door, and Jody is standing on the other side, the one real and trustworthy person. Natasha is aware of and close to it. Whatever this is…. it can’t be for her.
“I have a birthday to celebrate, and I’d really appreciate it if you could leave,” she said, looking at both of them.
“You want to go to a party while your soul’s existence is in jeopardy?” Aris looks at her, perplexed.
Natasha turns to face her, her gaze fixed on both of them. She still hasn’t gotten her head around this and Azrael. Natasha has no idea what is going on between them. She felt a tug in her chest as she met his eyes, digging a hook inside her.
“I’m going to die, and he’s the Lord of Death; why isn’t he taking me?” Her hand is extending as she looks at him. As she stated this, a peculiar warm relief flooded over her, and she looked at him, remembering how it felt to be close to him in her dreams. She craved his touch, the way his lips brushed against hers on the bus. She might be insane, but all she wanted to do was see him, but not without first making sense of everything. Can she make sense of it all?
Natasha said, “Take me, take me with you.”
She dares him. Aris glanced at both of them, but Natasha didn’t take her sight away from his, and he stood there, his gaze showing nothing, the blue in his eyes sharper, and she waited, and waited, and when she almost didn’t think he’d do it, he did. When he took a step forward, her breath caught in her throat. She wasn’t sure if the heaviness in her lungs was caused by his touch or by the impending death walking towards her.
He curled his palm around her wrist, heating her flesh and causing her heart to painfully compress and expand as his grip tightened. He locked his gaze on her, they both stopped breathing, and she braced herself. Her doorbell went off. When she opened her eyes, she felt the breeze on her face. Aris and Azrael have both vanished.
Her phone kept ringing as she raced into her room. She took it up.
“Where have you gone? “Why aren’t you opening the door?”
“Uh…
I’m ready; it’s a little messy here, give me a few seconds; why don’t you wait downstairs?”
“I’ve seen your messes; why are you acting so…shady?”
She took a moment to collect her thoughts before peeking out her bedroom door to see whether they were still there. Simply in case. There was no trace of them or the kitchen’s dust, paint, cement, bricks, or other stuff. They vanished as if in a dream, and she began to question her sanity once more.
“Natasha! Natasha! Natasha!” Jody yells from the opposite side.
“Huh?”
“Stop getting confused with me!”
“Alright! “All right, just get in,” she says as she rushes to the door.
Jody’s eyes widen as she walks in. She looked back, worried that her kitchen was still in shambles, but there was nothing.
“You said you were ready! Look at you; your hair is messy, your eyes are puffy, and you’re wearing a bathrobe!”
Jody’s horror seemed to be the most typical thing that had happened to her today, and she rolled her eyes at her while feeling relief wash over her.
She was in front of the mirror, preparing for their night out. She didn’t feel like going. But Jody encourages her to “live a little Nat.”
If She had left a life to live at all, she would have lived a little. Will she die? She swallowed, amazed. God, Goddess, and Lord of Death? She is unsettled now that she is away from the enticing eyes of that God of Death.
Jody curled her hair and watched her brown lock fall her back. Her eyes were smokey black, her makeup was light, and her knee-length dress was peach. It has a lower back that begins in the middle. She wore heels that matched. It was a simple appearance, but even She had to agree it was attractive. She glanced in the mirror, feeling so lovely, yet something was missing; this need she had since meeting Azrael was growing and becoming a part of her. She shook her head; She had to get him out of her thoughts. Nothing would make sense otherwise. It doesn’t feel like her birthday, but may today be her last?
Jody took them to a club after they had eaten at a three-star Thai restaurant. She stared out the window, and curiously, she wasn’t terrified, just perplexed and disoriented. Knowing what might be lurking behind her, is that what She’s supposed to be doing now? While she tries not to look in the shadows or the crowds on the sidewalks going by, he will appear, pull her to him, and she will vanish forever.
“You must accept that you will die anyway!” She whirled around, her eyes wide as if she couldn’t believe what she was witnessing.