After Life: Sara & Padma's Journey After Departure

Forget what happened here

DEV: 

 She stood beside the man, and for some reason, I found myself irresistibly drawn to her face. There was an inexplicable charm in her features, and I yearned to see more of her. My decision was clear; I would linger here for a while, just to catch another glimpse of her. 

 She stayed with the man for a bit, and when they finally departed, I couldn't resist the urge to follow them. They ventured into an upscale restaurant, a place of elegance and style. Seated at a table on the terrace, they placed their orders. Meanwhile, I watched from the rooftop of an adjacent building, enjoying a view that surpassed the one from below. 

 Her expressions were a delightful blend of smiles, engaging conversations, and quirky reactions. Her infectious laughter resonated, drawing a similar response from the man in her company. I couldn't help but wonder about their connection. Was he her boyfriend? She didn't appear married; there were no signs of traditional married women's adornments – no chains around her neck, no kumkum on her forehead, no rings on her fingers.

 She seemed young and unattached. The question that tugged at me was this: Should I approach her now, to introduce myself and make her forget the peculiar encounter she might have in a Turkish restaurant? 

 SARA: 

 We finished our meal and headed to the parking lot. Krish suddenly realized he had left his wallet on the restaurant table, so he rushed back to retrieve it. I waited by the car, lost in my thoughts. Time was of the essence; I had a month to secure the money in Turkey. The next task on my list was to prepare all the necessary documents for Padma, including visas and passports. I knew that this process could take longer than a month, so I contemplated giving some extra funds to expedite it. It was essential to ensure everything was in order before we embarked on this journey.

 DEV:

 I materialized behind her, and I could sense her awareness of my presence. Slowly, she turned around, her gaze locking onto mine. I couldn't help but smile, though her reaction was not what I had expected. 

She appeared shocked, and I wondered if I had startled her. Our eyes locked, and I could see her breath quicken. Her lips were incredibly enticing, and I couldn't resist the urge to touch them, to confirm if they were as soft as they looked. 

The tension between us was palpable, and I took a step closer. To my delight, she didn't retreat but instead looked up at me, her eyes filled with something akin to affection. My hand gently caressed her face, and without hesitation, I leaned in to kiss her lips.

 To my surprise, she didn't pull away; instead, she let me draw her into a passionate kiss. Her lips parted slightly, and I deepened the kiss, savoring the sweet taste of her. I pulled back for a moment, studying her face. She was crying, but her tears were accompanied by a radiant smile.

 With a tender gesture, I wiped away a tear from her cheek. Then, I heard approaching footsteps, and I knew I had to leave. I whispered to her, "Forget what happened here," and her expression returned to normal. With a last lingering look, I teleported behind a nearby car to watch her from a distance, my heart filled with a mixture of longing and hope.

 SARA:

 I wiped my face, wondering why tears had welled up once more. Had I cried without realizing it, like so many times before? I retrieved a blade from my bag, allowing my energy to flow through me. With a quick, controlled slice, I cut my arm, a few drops of blood falling before the wound swiftly healed. I placed the blade back in my purse, this self-inflicted pain serving as a means to shift my focus from emotional turmoil.