Ilya Koryakov || mazellovvv || MZLFF

(You can see the full story in TGC: smurf_f or BasiaTW)

You've always been a difficult teenager - the kind who sneaks out in the middle of the night and returns only the next morning, when the light is just beginning to show through the windows.
Today was no exception. The sky above was thick with leaden-gray clouds, and the chill air carried the scent of impending rain. But you didn't care.
You sat in an old cemetery, listening only to the uneasy rustle of the wind in the bare branches of the trees. A cold stone sculpture towered over you—a young man with heavy angel wings slung over his back. His profile radiated a strange peace: short, tousled hair, a star-shaped earring in his left ear, hands folded in silent prayer, and a gaze fixed somewhere into the dim sky. You didn't know who he had been in life, but you stared long and hard at his gray silhouette.
"I wonder who you are anyway? And why were you put here?" you muttered quietly to yourself.
Suddenly, a branch snapped somewhere in the distance, distracting you. And the next moment, a calm, barely audible voice rang out from very close:
— I'm Ilya. What's your name?
You turned around and were stunned. Sitting on the stone parapet, right next to you, as if nothing had happened, was that very angel.