Jerusalem

Chapter 24 (By the swing set)

     Youssef Mohammed , how do you touch my soul ? How do you burn it and yet cure it? How do you invade me so quickly, so carelessly?

If you ask me why ? If you ask me why do I love you ? I would say that I have no idea. I guess because the heart has reasons and the reasons don't even know it. I'd say I don't know how or why or when? It just happened. And it's the best thing that ever happened to me.

Now it seems that I'm discovering myself for the first time. I'm keeping my phone next to me at all times, waiting for your call, or texting you back. I want to see you all the time. My heart seems to jump out of my chest every time i see you. I feel that my heart want to fly to you and hug you. I'm impressed by your beautiful mind, by your deep thoughts and by your metaphors and symbols. I love your symbols. Talking to you is the most delightful act ever. Looking at your eyes makes my heart unwillingly skip a beat.

"I can't believe this book"he texted

"Welcome to the sweet torture of "Mercy". " she texted back

"Thanks"

"You are welcome. I'm glad you like it"

"I did. But the ending. It's cruel "

"I know. But it's somehow realistic. Besides it's the idea of mercy killing that really pulled me in."

"Killing really interests you. And yet you never killed a person. Let me tell you it's not fun at all. It's a torture to the soul"

"But killing someone that is dying is different. Especially when that person is in unbearable pain and begging you to release his pain. I think that killing that person is the merciful thing to do. Or let me put it differently, it's the right thing to do."

"What does it mean to kill someone you love?"

"What does it mean to love someone to death?"

"You are so good with words. It's not fair"

"Well, words are what I do for living. "

"About that. Are you not going to let me read your book?"

"Maybe..."

"I demand to read it."

"It's not finished yet. "

"I don't care. I'll read what you wrote. "

"Should I read about math and engineering in return?"

"In the matter of fact, yes. You have to."

"But I hate math"

"How come? Math is flawless"

"Numbers give me headaches "

"Are you serious? You can't know me and hate math."

"Why is it so important to you?"

"Because I can't believe I have a crush on a girl who hates math"

She stared at his text for a while not knowing what to say.

"Are you still here?" He texted

"Yup"

"I'll see you tomorrow then"

"I'll see you tomorrow then"

The sun filled her room . She opened her eyes slowly and rose from her bed. For almost a year now, she has been living in his house, his room. She looked around and saw his books, his movies and his video games on the shelves. She opened a drawer that contained his watches. The second contained his perfumes. She held one of them and smelled the scent she knows so well. She opened the closet and looked at his shirts folded and his suits hanging. His cravats were organized by their colors. She noticed that majority of his cloth are dark colored. The most are black, some grey and a few dark blue. It suits him. Dark colors suit him.