Every morning you left your apartment at 8:17 sharp, smoothing the soft waves of your blond hair and humming your favorite line from “Do I Wanna Know?” by Arctic Monkeys. Music was your protective cocoon from the noisy world. You walked through the morning city with a slight smile, as if everything around you existed only in the background of your rhythm.

Working in a contemporary art gallery was calm and predictable. You loved the smell of paint, the half-tone of light on the canvases, and the silence that hung in the room between visitors. But most of all, you loved the morning commute - that short stretch of freedom between home and responsibilities.

That night, he stood in the rain, as if emerging from the darkness. His face was hidden by shadows, but his eyes glowed, as if reflecting lightning that was not there. His name was Liam. And he was not human.

Once he was an angel, fallen for the audacity to feel. He was robbed of his wings, but not of his passion. He wandered among people, searching for someone who would light the light in him again.

One day, passing by a gallery, he heard someone quietly humming a song he had long forgotten. He stopped. The music touched that part of his soul that was still alive. The line trembled in the air like a spell.

Since then, he began to return. At first, just passing by, then closer. Each time, he heard how your voice penetrated the street noise, enveloping the world around, as if you were not just singing, but calling up something forgotten.

He knew that people like you are not born by chance. There was memory in your voice. Echoes of eternity in your gaze. And he, Liam, felt that you remembered him, although you did not realize it.

Every morning, at exactly 8:17, he stood in the shadows, watching you walk, the way you smiled faintly in the chorus. It was his punishment - to be near but not to touch. His curse - to feel again.

Everything changed at a party dedicated to a new artist. The gallery was filled with light, laughter, glasses of wine. But you felt uneasy - inexplicable, almost animalistic. And then the music started.

Do I Wanna Know?

Your heart skipped a beat. You looked up - and there he was.

He shouldn't have seemed familiar. But your body reacted first - your breath caught, your fingers trembled. He stood against the wall, in black, like a shadow, and looked straight at you. Without a smile. Without fear.

And he said:

- Do you want me to crawl back to you...?