Over the course of the next week Yuri finds he doesn't mind answering the additional questions Otabek has. He's rather annoyed when the human has to begin to go back to work, leaving him alone during the day.
It is while Otabek is at work that he feels his back finish healing, though finds a sort of sadness in him at the thought that this would mean he has no reason to stay much longer.
When Otabek returns in the evening Yuri finds himself pretending that his back is still injured, not ready to leave the company that he has grown to enjoy.
He's quite aware that what he is doing is wrong. That he shouldn't seek out company like this or feel so fond of the human who somehow makes him feel so warm inside. He worries about what this can mean for him in the long run. Otabek is only a human after all. A mortal human that will grow old and just as the millions of humans that came before him.
He feels a pain in his chest every time he thinks of the death that will come for Otabek in only a few short decades. Yuri has already lived the human lifespan three times over. Growing close to someone destined to die is foolish. He can't help it though. Something about the smile that occasionally appears on the black haired man's usually stoic face just takes his breath away.
Otabek finds that he feels the same. He was never the type to fall in love quickly, but over the past week he's found he has grown rather attached to the angel.
One night when he arrives home he startles Yuri, noticing a movement under the blankets and easily pieces together that his back has healed. He doesn't comment on it, dreading the day the angel stands and leaves him alone to his lonely life that seems so insignificant in comparison to the important life of this angel.
Yuri finds that he prefers the company of Otabek over the lonely existence he has had up until that point. He doesn't want to leave, but he knows he doesn't have a choice. The longer he waits the harder it will be for him to say goodbye.
While Yuri is pondering leaving, Otabek is pondering how to communicate his feelings to Yuri before he goes. The small angel had been very clear that he couldn't love, but Otabek has nothing to lose by being honest with Yuri. Even if it causes the angel to hate him and leave quicker.
Otabek takes a deep breath, remembering a movie he had seen where the protagonist insisted that sometimes you only need 20 seconds of insane courage and embarrassing bravery. He takes this to heart as he takes a deep breath and sits on the bed next to Yuri, closer to him now than he's ever been.
Yuri tenses up but doesn't back away, looking up at Otabek with large eyes. "What are you doing?"
Otabek doesn't answer him, cupping the back of Yuri's head, amazed at just how soft his silky blonde locks are. He's still on his 20 seconds as he leans in and presses his lips to Yuri's, kissing him softly, but firmly, wanting to ensure his point is made.
Yuri's body goes rigid, unsure of how to react. He pulls back from the kiss in shock, looking up at the ballsy human. "What the hell are you doing, asshole!?" His fingers lift to press to his lips in surprise at the warm sensation that still lingers.
Otabek looks to him with a firm and determined look. "If you didn't like it. If you hate it so much, then get up. Get up and leave."
Yuri grits his teeth, glaring at the human as he raises his leg only to kick him hard. He doesn't get up though. "Fuck you! You know I can't love you! You know I can't risk this! You humans truly are selfish!"
Otabek winces at the harsh kick, finding more strength in the thin angel's leg than he had expected. "It's not selfish to want to be happy! To want to feel joy! Do you feel joy in what you do, Yuri? Your legs have been working for at least two days now. You're choosing to stay for a reason."
Yuri sits up, standing angrily and grabbing his robes to begin tying them on. "I can't just give up an eternity of duties over something as trivial as that!"
Otabek frowns. "Then what are you living for? Then why do you continue on?" He grabs Yuri's arm in an attempt to get him to calm down. "God damn it, Yuri! I care about you!"
Yuri pries the human's fingers off his arm, looking up at Otabek with a look of anger and frustration, but also fear. "That's what you don't understand, Beka! God WILL damn me for this! I'll lose everything I've known, an eternity of commitments and duty. All for what? Maybe 80 years for an emotion I can't even guarantee I'll feel? That's not worth it."
Otabek can't help but smile at the nickname that leaves Yuri's kiss swollen lips, reaching down to stroke his cheek. "You have been thinking about it then. You've clearly felt something."
Yuri grits his teeth. "It's just lust. Nothing more. It's dirty and impure and damning. I have to go. I shouldn't have stayed as long as I have."
Otabek frowns. "Don't go, Yuri… Please don't go… At least wait until morning."
Yuri clenches his teeth. "I had a sword when I fell. Where did you put it?"
Otabek sighs softly. "It wasn't on you when I found you. I did find it a few days ago… It's in the closet."
Yuri walks over and pulls the beautifully crafted angelic sword from the closet, fastening it at his waist. "Goodbye, Otabek."
Otabek frowns softly, taking a step towards him, considering what else he could do or say that might convince the beautiful blonde angel to stay. He falls short though, realizing that as long as Yuri thinks the way he does about love, he won't change his mind. "Goodbye, Yura." He says sadly, so much pain reflected in his eyes.
Yuri frowns a bit, hesitating a bit at what Otabek calls him. "What was that?"
Otabek looks away. "You made yourself clear when you explained you were named after someone you didn't think highly of. So I called you Yura… It's still your name, but different enough that it no longer sounds like someone else's… Don't make a big deal out of this. Not when you're leaving. I didn't say anything when you called me Beka."
Yuri frowns softly, blushing deeply. "I can't stay here… I made that clear from the start. I don't understand why you're choosing to make this so painful now."
Otabek frowns. "If it's painful it means you feel something." He urges softly, stepping closer to Yuri so he can gently stroke his cheek.
Yuri turns his head away from the touch. "I have to go…" He whispers softly, though now it sounds like he's trying to convince himself more than Otabek. "I can't feel what you want be to feel. I'm sorry. Goodbye, Otabek. I appreciate your help. You'll be rewarded for your sacrifices made in caring for me." He reaches behind him, plucking two feathers from his wings before handing them to Otabek. "For your troubles… I'd say that more than covers it."
Otabek only frowns in confusion as he takes the beautiful white feathers, looking down at them in his hand. "Why?.."
Yuri sighs, shaking his head a bit. "You humans really are stupid… You don't understand anything." He turns and begins walking for the front door.
Otabek swallows thickly as he follows after him, surprised to feel tears in his eyes. He can't remember the last time he had cried. It had most likely been when he was a child. "What does it mean? Answer just this one last question for me…"
Yuri sighs softly. "They're blessings. Don't mistake them for wishes. If you ever need a miracle... You can use them. Don't waste them on something foolish though. They don't grow on trees."
Otabek forces a smile. "It would be a miracle if you would stay."
Yuri frowns at the soft hurt he feels in his heart at this, looking up into the sad eyes the human looks at him with. "That's not something I can fulfill for you. I'm sorry. Perhaps the miracle you should ask for is to have your memories of me wiped away."
He doesn't say anything else, opening the front door and walking out into the darkness of the night, spreading his wings and taking off into the sky.
Otabek stands in the doorway, feeling warm tears slide down his cheeks, already feeling the warmth the angel had brought fading from his home. He would never ask to forget the beautiful creature that just left him. While he knows his feelings will never be returned, he'd never want to feel the emptiness he had felt before falling in love with Yuri.
He wipes at his eyes as he turns and walks back into his home and closing the door. He's rather shocked when he walks into his bedroom and finds that it's not empty like he had expected.
A silver haired demon sits on the bed, smirking faintly as he looks to the human who he will no doubt be his key to capturing the angel that he just missed.