Jerusalem

Chapter 45 (Tengo ganas de ti)

"About that I'm not letting you go. So I think you should probably sue me."I said, with a cocky smile.

"Oh, I'll see you in court, then."she, Mariam, said returning the cocky smile.

"Fine by me. See you there."

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22 hours before:

I hate that house, I swear I'm going to burn it to the ground. I woke up thinking. Opening my eyes slowly, I saw your picture on the wall facing the bed,

Do I HAVE TO LOSE YOU TOO?

Oh great, now I'm talking to a pic. Smooth. This is just so smooth.

I went to the company, the meetings lasted for hours , but I wasn't paying any attention. I just kept my wooden pencil moving on a white sheet, carving your face, your messy black hair, your wide, expressive eyes, your tiny nose and your glamorous, inviting lips. I looked down at the drawing, and I tried to remember how many times I did that. And every time you look more beautiful. I think I miss you so much that I try to carve your features in my mind, all these little things, trying to make sure that you're still here.

I left the company at noon. Then I went to take a look on the projects and see how everything is going. Seeing how far we'd come, I took so much pride in watching my country, my country, EGYPT, pushing the limits and reaching for the stars. I felt so happy, I could fly. Finally my dreams started coming true.

The soldiers of our great army insisted that I come to that dinner on my honor, celebrating my return, I guess. Of course, Omar didn't leave me a chance. I knew it was a bad idea. It was the Arabian nights, that place Ali introduced me to. And the memories rushed in, I felt suffocating, I literally ran out of there, I ran to your memorial grave in the cemetery. I kneeled in front of your grave and I screamed out the pain. God, I miss you, my friend. If you are gone and I lost her, what good is this life for me? How can you leave me with all this guilt, Ali? I should have just died in this war.

I looked at my watch, it was 10 o'clock. I walked through the graves and it hit me. Mr. Tarek grave is right across of me, I crossed over. A black dress was moving with the wind, a black veil, and high heels. There were ten feet between us, but I could see your tears rolling down your face. If you only knew how precious your tears are for me.

You turned your head towards me, breathed slowly, your eyes sparkled in the moon light and you turned to face me. Our eyes going on a starring contest of their own.

"Ma'am " I said, I lowered my eyes in respect.

"Sir" Mariam said, her eyes following mine, still playing the starring game. So I played along.

"I see, you're back."

"I'm back. Were you waiting for me?" Well I shouldn't have said that.

"Of course. I got nothing else to do. " she said sarcastically.

"Good to know." I smiled, I knew I hit a nerve.

"I was actually waiting for my divorce paper."

"About that I'm not letting you go. So I think you should probably sue me."

"Oh, I'll see you in court, then."

"Fine by me, see you there."

She turned around and started walking. Suddenly She froze and turned her head to look at me over her shoulder.

"I'm curious. What changed your mind?"

"The black dress. I told you black suits you."

"You told me a lot of things, Youssef "