Mihail finds Magena and realises she's seen him. He also comes to realise that he'd have brief moments of almost being found.

As a result of not yet having truly met Magena, he's began to address her as "angel".

Part 2 as told by Mihail. The next two chapters will be told from Magena's perspective.
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She saw me. I knew she did the moment I felt her eyes lock onto me. I hadn't anticipated it, for her to have found me so quickly. And strangely, I felt compelled to go to her. To get closer to her.

Her eyes were as dark as lightless night and even more beautiful. She danced about the stage as she sang, watching me carefully as I wandered closer to her through the dancing crowd. It was as if she had me already wrapped around her little finger. I couldn't believe that she'd even noticed at all.

Every inch of my being was captivated and electrified by her own being. There was a fluttering within my muscles, a strange yet comforting feeling. Furthering the confirmation that I'd found my mate. She would be more than just a bride. And I needed to hold her in my arms to feel that she was as real as she looked to be. I had to.

I didn't know what to do, though. Every thought I had in my mind fled me like birds from a beast. I stood in awe, looking up at her as she sang and danced. It was something so incomprehensible yet enthralling. She looked so beautiful and the stage lights above her made her angelic. She was there and more real than I could have ever anticipated. I ached for her and yet her voice soothed my aching.

Time moved so quickly that her performance ended quicker than I expected. She and her bandmates disappeared as the lights died down. But the concert truly hadn't ended. Yet her image had been ingrained into my mind. I had to leave, to disappear. I could not face her yet, she would surely find me to be troubling. I left the venue as quickly as I had found and entered it but I had an ever persistent feeling she'd find me again.

I knew she would because over the course of the next week, I heard her voice all around me. I sensed her nearby and I felt her heart beating whenever I became the topic of conversation by her friends. They teased her affectionately due to her fixation with on me. I'm sure that if my friends were alive with me today they'd be treating me much the same way as her friend's did her. It was endearing, I know, how they were towards her. However, she seemed to melt into melancholy when one friend ridiculed her for not attempting to find me that night.

A particularly fickle and bitter friend that one was. Cold and uncaring, incredibly familiar to me. I knew that coldness from someone else a lifetime ago. It was familiar yet different, a new source of dismay towards their friends' conversation about people they fancied. A cruel display of displeasure from that one 'friend'. Yet she and the others seemed to endure it. I contemplated finding her again but could not bring myself to do so. I did not want to strike any fear into her.

That conversation fell flat into a cold oblivion. The one to be, my nameless angel, started humming to herself. When inquired about it by another, she simply answered "Fire of Unknown Origin" and left it at that. She sounded tired and, again, melancholy. I assume they all shot dagger like glares to the ruthless ridiculer as a result of my angel's change in tone. There was no doubt of that.