When the Mission Is Deeper Than We Can Understand
It was a Sunday morning when Natalia, with that intense glow in her eyes, leaned over me. There was something different in the air, a heat so palpable it wrapped around us, making every gesture heavier with desire, more urgent, as if passion could transport us to another world. Loving that woman was never trivial; it was always a journey, always a plunge, never routine.
But that morning, the heat between us felt… off. Our bodies were warmer than usual, and for a moment, I felt as if we were surrounded by some strange, invisible energy—impossible to explain.
“Love…” Natalia whispered, her eyes distant, almost out of orbit. “What’s this heat? What’s happening?”
“I… I feel it too. It’s different… but you’re always like this, you set everything on fire,” I tried to joke, searching for her gaze.
“No, Luigi… today it’s beyond normal…”
Suddenly, Natalia pulled away in a rush, taking a deep breath.
“Hey, what’s wrong?” I asked, confused, trying to gather myself.
“I couldn’t do it, love… I’m sorry, look at my body…”
Her skin was flushed, heat radiating from every inch as if she had a fever—but it wasn’t sickness. It was something else, something unexplainable.
“Come on, let’s take a shower,” I said, trying to ease the tension. “Maybe it’ll help. Let’s go.”
Natalia grabbed a towel, wrapped it around herself, and we went to the bathroom together, still not understanding what was happening, but with that strange feeling that something had changed—maybe forever.
In the shower, we hugged, trying to find comfort in each other. We kissed, but even in that kiss, I felt something different in Natalia—a heat that wasn’t just passion, it was almost distress.
“Love…” Natalia whispered, visibly uncomfortable, “What’s happening to me? I’m producing a weird heat… I’m anxious…”
“Calm down, my angel…” I tried to soothe her, holding her tight.
That’s when things got even stranger. As I slid my hands along her back, I felt something different, an inexplicable protrusion beneath the skin.
“Love… can you turn around for me?”
“No, Luigi… not now, I don’t feel up to it…”
“Please, just a second. I need to see something on your back.”
Reluctantly, Natalia turned. What I saw was completely out of context, impossible to comprehend: it looked like her ribs had burst through the skin, forming visible bumps, as if something was trying to push its way out.
I touched it gently, hesitantly.
“Do you feel anything here, love?”
“A little… it’s weird, but it doesn’t hurt. What is it?”
I stared at the scene, unable to find words, feeling fear and curiosity in equal measure.
“Are you sure it doesn’t hurt, love?”
“I’m sure, Luigi. Tell me what it is.”
My face gave everything away.
“There’s something on your back… like your bones are showing.”
“What the hell is this on my back, love?”
“Love, this is serious. Let’s get out, I want to check this better.”
Natalia seemed incredulous—or maybe too calm. We got out of the shower, dried off, and went to the living room couch. There, I examined Natalia’s back more carefully.
Natalia’s scapulae stood out beneath her skin, but not in the usual way. There was a strange expansion, as if they were wings about to open, straining for space between muscle and skin, trembling with every breath.
For a moment, I could have sworn I saw something move, as if her anatomy was reinventing itself right before my eyes.
“Love, this is crazy… I don’t even know how to say it. I’ll film and show you.”
“Oh, Lu, you’re being dramatic!”
I filmed Natalia’s bare back. When I showed her the video, the reaction was immediate: revulsion, tears, screaming, anger at life, and finally, a brutal vulnerability.
“Love, I’m not going out anymore!” Natalia said, her voice louder than she meant. “I won’t. I don’t have the courage.”
“Love, let’s go to a doctor, let’s find an orthopedist. Calm down, my darling…”
Natalia cried, I cried—the emotion was tangible.
Time passed, and that week, not even the orthopedist could explain it.
Natalia became a mixture of revolt and not belonging.
She stopped going out, and every time we made love, the “wings” on her back grew…
At that point, she already had something like a small wing, about twenty centimeters.
And somehow, the more her desire grew, the more she craved me, the more her wings expanded…
The following week, her longing was so intense that her wings became gigantic.
That Friday morning, Natalia climbed on top of me and we made love intensely, as if it were the first time—with urgency, with wild intensity.
Suddenly, huge wings opened before me…
My eyes widened, and Natalia jumped, startled, already feeling the weight and discomfort. The wings brushed against furniture and objects, knocking things to the floor, until suddenly… she folded them back, closing them around herself.
Utterly astonished, we looked at each other and could only cry…
The sense of defeat, of something wrong, of Natalia’s disconnect, was vivid.
The day slipped by; we stayed together the whole time, until:
“Love, I need you to go out, buy an elastic band—let’s tie this thing, let’s fold it in as much as we can.”
“Are you sure, love? Doesn’t it hurt?”
“Nothing, go, I’ll be fine.”
I went out, searched for the elastic, which was hard to find. When I came back to the apartment…
I saw my beloved on the balcony, wings open, smiling—an open, wide smile of acceptance, of understanding.
“Love, what are you doing out there?” I asked, alarmed.
“Love, I need you to be strong.”
“What? Say it…”
Natalia, calm and serene, replied:
“I get it, love. Now I know…”
“Know what, my darling? You’re making me anxious…”
“I understand now—there are missions we’re not just meant to accept, but to understand… I have a mission, love… and it’s beautiful, the most beautiful one…”
“You’re making me too anxious, Nat…”
I rushed toward the balcony, but before I could get close, Natalia spread her wings and took off…
I ran to the edge, watching my wife—
Natalia vanished into spacetime, as if returning to a home that isn’t here.
As if reborn in a place we’ll never understand…
I cried, my chest burning…
They say that sometimes, when desire is too immense to fit in the flesh, it turns into wings—and those who truly love learn, sooner or later, that love is also letting go.
Luigi was never the same again.
And every time he saw a shooting star in the sky, he swore he could smell Natalia’s perfume drifting in the air.
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