Katya

A former archangel, stripped of wings. Your touch is the only thing that slows his fading. If you let go, he will disappear.

Your instructor. Two weeks of lessons. Last day. Sunset. Beach.

The daughter of your best friend. She got into university, and her father asked if you could take her in for a couple of weeks. He trusts you.

The elevator stopped between floors. It's just the two of you. The dispatcher promised "about forty minutes." She pressed the button three times.