Moisture in these droopy eyes, a little bit kitty-like, digging in some unforgettable and unerased memories.

Blessed for a while then cursed for another life. The time he got should have been enough for him to be cured and healed.

But a heart can hardly differentiate when it is bleeding or just circulating oxygen.

The ball of woe bounced back at him.

Despite it being the time of his rebirth, the soul mourned the loss of luxurious safety he was provided in the past five hundred years of living in his paradise, Nirvana.

His body jerked at the thought: go back to earth and breathe again. It terrified him.

The pure soul can not bear that kind of pain he went through in his past life. The poor soul can't cancel his re-birth either.

No escape from the circle of life.

Whenever one dies, their deeds will leave them with two options. The first one is what Yoongi wished for: a stay in Nirvana.

And get to live the plush life of an angel, have whatever he wants served on a plate.

Make music and cuddle a pillow for years, the soul was never asked for a single work in his four hundred years in Nirvana.

It was just the last hundred years which he spended working as an assistant of the goddess of the underworld, Pari.

But now it's all over, the time has come when he lost his permit to live where he please, now he needs to go back to earth.

Atmosphere of the Two-Butterflies garden of Nirvana changes because of someone's arrival, warm sunlight on the angel's skin.

But the angel wasn't ready to bloom, still covered in his gloomy loom, he sniffed his agony, blinking his tears away.

"Just be a good person and when you will return back, you will get to stay here for even longer."

An advice was thrown his way which only made his sobs come to life. How simply she ushered, he prayed it would be that simple but he knew life is unpredictable.

He fisted his knees, body leaning down the bench in the park. Soft gusts blew back his wavy hair as a lone tears escaped and dropped on his jeans.

She moved closer, leaning down to offer him sympathy. "You are a pure soul, Yoongi. You are gonna have a good life this time, I promise." She crouched down.

Knees bending, head underneath him and eyes peeking up at his soft features and closed eyes. Her hand extended, being utmost careful not to touch him by any chance. His eyes closed and he felt the soft fabric against his cheeks. Yoongi backed away, eyes opening to her little figure underneath him as he tracked the hidden emotion in his goddess's doe eyes.

A kind of fear which develops when one assumes that they unexpectedly hurt someone who they never want to.

He looked away, taking her hankey to help himself. The short of fear disappeared in a blink as she straightened her posture.

"Yoongi." She had nothing to say but taking his name she mused. "Are you still affected by your past life?" Her voice had a hint of gloom. Eyes glancing with hope of hearing a no.

The goddess can not rummage in an angel's mind, she was unaware that the problem is his past only.

Yoongi kept quiet, breathing in her hankey.

Her odor left him spellbound, for the first time in five hundred years someone came that close to him. Only because it was her or else the soul would have run away.

The goddess was totally unaware of her effect on the poor soul, her careful body gestures, thoughtful words and warmth in it, those clear hints in her hazel orbs like an open book which one will understand only when they pay attention and read everything, her whole existence made him so comfortable and his heart felt at ease in her embrace. But he was just a lovesick angel, she never noticed.

To her it was a part of her duty. Make everyone feel like home, a safe place. Her eyes never caught his avid eye when she roamed around, giving him tasks to do.

His enthusiasm was only bestowed upon her, others can never expect this same treatment from him.

She should have known, but how could she, when he kept everything to himself.

Like he did now, not sharing his problems with her, making her sigh in despair.

"You know, Yoongi. Digging in the past is equivalent to digging in your own skin. The pain will only accelerate." She lowered her honey tone, ensuring him.

He looked at her, the hankey settled on the bench as Yoongi slowly slid it towards her.

"It is not about that, I don't want to go back and labour. I will appeal to you to extend my stay, I need more time to heal." He posted a white lie on her site and she addressed that it was the case.

There left soft chuckles of hers', running like a melody to his sensitive ears, "Oh, come on. It's not like you live here for free. I make you overwork all the time." She snickered.

Her eyes met his narrowed one which was set on her hankey. His long hair tucked behind his ears except that one free strand hanging on his forehead, slowly waving like a pendulum, his looks are exquisite.

"I want to work here. I'll do everything you ask for but just let me stay here." Yoongi almost begged as his eyes flashed at her.

Pari was taken aback, she couldn't deny those pleading eyes can make her do anything, almost anything--

Anything but this. She composed herself as she fought her own self to not agree on letting him stay. Shaking her head, she escaped his eyes by shutting her own.

"The circle will be affected by this, I can't."

She explained herself. Not expecting him to understand but he does, working with her as her assistant for hundred years had it's own perks, it already explained to him why the souls need to go back to earth.

A stay in paradise doesn't come for free, one must earn it.

Silence and awkwardness kicked in the very next minute. They stayed still, blank expressions in this tangible situation. No one spoke until Yoongi got up to leave.

"Where are you going?" She asked from behind, lifting up from her seat.

"For a last walk." He simply adjourned.

"I'll join you." She hastily stepped to meet his pase, "I think we should go to-"

"Don't you have any work to do?" He abruptly cut her, irritated a little. But his tone sounded offensive to her, very rude.

"You're my work."

She replied, the same coldness matching his level but not in height as they walk in parallel distance of a foot.

The soul was left speechless, a pang in his heart even though he knew that he was just another soul among the billions, even though he knew that he was no match to a goddess and she was just helping him or doing her duty. It was not odd for him to feel hurt because he developed love for her, more than he should have.

"I would like to be alone-"

"I'm gonna miss you-"

They ushered at the same time and halted hearing the other, for a while both stood there looking at each other waiting for one to continue. But there was no need for it, both knew what the other was saying.

"Oh, okay. I-I will let you be." Pari tripped out of her trance, tearing her gaze from those hypnotic eyes.

Her heart always said to her that he is special but she added just a soul to it for her convenience and thus Yoongi became just a special soul to her.

"Do you miss other souls too?" He asked without hesitation.

"I do. The ones I work with, some are just so unforgettable. Can't help." She beamed towards him as he got a reason to smile.

He will be remembered.

"Your time is about to end in ten seconds."

An announcement suddenly tensed both of them, her smile dropped and his smile never got to display on his face.

"Ten."

And Yoongi panicked from inside. His emotions exploded inside but from outside it came out to be nothing but a dazed man standing still, could not react to this.

On the other side Pari felt every emotion he was going through even though they were not shown to her, she sensed his tension, terror and many more.

"Nine."

Yoongi snapped his head back at Pari. His eyes pleading to her, not effective but he couldn't help it. She looked down.

"Eight."

A single drop of tear landed on green grass under Pari's figure, she felt so bad for him. Why did she deserve living here and not him? She failed to differentiate him from her, his heart was as pure as hers'.

"Seven."

Now that he was leaving one thing happened which never happened before Yoongi's confidence boosted.

"Six."

He can't leave without expressing his love for her. He always gave her the special place, the special treatment but she never understood it was because of love.

"Five."

He needs to tell her that he does. Or else she will never know. He can not let that happen to his live if he is getting his memory removed.

"Four."

It was now or never for him.

"Three-Three-Three."

Nirvana's system started to glitch.

Pari couldn't concentrate on anything.

Her body stiffened and hands against Yoongi's chest as he attached their lips together. Tightly securing her waist between his both arms as he sucked her lips, taking one at a time. Rubbing circles on her back to relax her. She failed to capture everything as her mind was blank, neither did she do anything.

Except holding his shoulders. Her body shivered from his bites on her lower lips. Her iris expanded even wider with a forbidden glee in it.

His hand reached up to her head as he stroked her hair to relax her. She couldn't relax but his touches left a positive impact on her.

Her eyes narrowed and soon closed as she subconsciously accepted him.

His lips moved precisely, taking her lips in with a little bit of tongue, sucking on it and continuing this cycle which he loved.

But just after she relaxed and might have genuinely melted in the kiss and kissed him back, the announcement restarted counting all of sudden, "Two."

His grip tightened, lips not wanting to detach from hers'. And she was still in the same state but a little more conscious about what was going on, still not understanding the needs of the situation.

She should have reacted but she couldn't react at all, not to the kiss nor to the announcement.

Anyways, there wasn't time left to do so.

"One."

And he vanished.

[Cover reference]

His body cells break and burst into an eye blinding light, brightening Nirvana more than it already was.

Swift motion of the light, his body blurred before disappearing in blue and white hue.

He left many butterflies behind as a sign of positive transformation and his brand new but also an unwanted beginning.

✐To Be Continued ▫ ▫ ▫

⏜ Word Count 𓈒 𓆇 1920 + .
⏜ Publishing Date 𓈒 𓆇 Oct 15, 2022 .
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