And there she was—sleeping beside me.
An angel, disguised as a human.
I wondered how someone this beautiful, this perfect, could really exist.
I wished I could freeze the moment, hold her forever, cherish her until my last breath.
But for now... I had to get up.
She was still asleep when I made breakfast—just the way she liked it. Her methods were strange, still a mystery to me. But I'd learned to follow them.
Soon, my little wind woke up, still groggy and sleepy-eyed, asking to be fed like a child. I smiled and did as she asked.
We got ready—new plans, new hopes, and new wonders to explore.
She was the wind I fell for.
The love I never knew I was missing.
We went out, walking through the streets, laughing, talking, living. I thought, this is happiness.
Until the world stopped.
A car sped down the road—too fast.
And in a second, it was over Sofia.
I saw it. I swear I saw it hit her.
I froze. My knees gave in. I dropped to the ground, covering my eyes, heart stopped, breath stolen.
No. Not again. Not her.
But then…
Soft fingers pried mine away.
She was there.
Standing.
Smiling.
Not a single scratch.
Not even dust on her dress.
I couldn't believe it.
My mind rejected what my eyes saw.
How?
She pulled me close, hiding my face against her, letting me cry. My body shook, my soul trembled.
She held me like I was the fragile one.
Then the sky joined us.
Rain poured down, heavy and cold.
And she cried with it.
"Who are you?" I whispered, voice cracking. "What… what are you?"
She took my hand and whispered, "Follow me… I'll tell you everything."
We walked in silence, just the storm and our soaked steps echoing in the street.
She led me to the old shrine.
No one was there. Just me, her… and the silence of something ancient.
"Tell me," I said again. "What are you?"
She didn't speak at first. Her tears blended with the rain, her hands trembling as they reached for mine.
"Don't leave me," she said, voice broken, "Please… don't leave me."
I stood frozen, wet to the bone, but burning inside.
"What are you?" I shouted, my voice bouncing off the shrine walls.
She tilted her head slightly—just like she had the first time we met. The same soft smile. The same eyes. But this time, I wasn't falling in love—I was falling into confusion.
"I'm a spirit," she said, the words barely escaping her lips. "I've been alone for centuries. Waiting. Waiting for someone… and that someone was you."
My chest caved in. "Why didn't you tell me before?"
"Because I love you," she wept, "and I was afraid. I didn't want to lose you."
My knees gave out. I collapsed to the ground, burying my face in my hands.
"It's too much," I said. "Please… I need time."
She knelt beside me, wrapped her arms around me.
"I'll wait," she whispered. "Take all the time you need. Just… don't leave me."
Then, like the breeze that always marked her arrival—she vanished.
Gone with the wind.
I went home, soaked and shattered.
The rain didn't stop.
It poured for an entire week.
Maybe it was the sky mourning.
Maybe it was her weeping.
Or maybe… both.
I still love her. That I know for sure.
But how can I love someone…
someone I don't even understand?