The Prince's Heart.

CHAPTER 38.

Anan.

I stare at the Potrait of the couple, it's funny how paintings can represent so much. Much more than the people, much more than life itself. His arm was wrapped around the lady's waist seductively and they were staring at each other lovingly. I could never have that love because I'd never settle for love from anyone other than Ahsab.

Munira and I decided to visit a museum at Florence due to the fact she would be going off to Greece for her honeymoon tonight. Successfully Munira was officially married to Faisal, It was weird to see Munira as a wife but I guess she was just that now.

I wanted us to come to the museum as normal people but that wasn't possible, since Munira was a princess and was of bloodline the museum was cleared for us so it was only the two of us. Latifa was supposed to come along but she had an appointment at the spa and couldn't make it.

"These artifacts are actually so cool" Munira complimented staring at some ancient cameras which were apparently used to photograph the Roman Gods and Goddesses gifts.

"Yes. They are"I agree. "I love the artworks"

"Faisal and I are booked to go to an auction over at Athens. We want to get some for our place."she says.

"You should"I nod. Munira is a big fan of art and even over at home has various art works in her suite. She always said that if she owned a home then it'd be decorated with artworks. I'm happy that it's being realized.

I divert my attention from her and my eye catches a poem that seemed to be written on a patch. The ink had seemed to start fading but it was still possible to make out the words. Underneath it were the words,a poem written by Lupe Lorenzo to his mistress Queen Monica right before her assassination.

I read it. I chose to love you in silence. For in silence, I had no rejection. I chose to love you in loneliness, for in loneliness no one owns you but me. I chose to adore you from a distance, for distance will shield me from pain. I chose to kiss you in the wind, for the wind is gentler than the wind. I chose to hold you in my dreams, for in my dreams you have no end.

I felt a liquid on my cheeks and I hadn't realized that I started crying, God it hurt. Not being able to be with him hurt, not being able to hold him, to have him, to love him. It hurt and I wondered if I'd ever be spared. I wish I had love him in silence because that would've have been the best.

"Ana"I feel Munira creep behind me. I don't look at her instead I cover my eyes with my palms and I could hear the sounds of my whimpers. I had never cried so pathetically but I guess there was a first time for everything.

There was first in everything. First love. First happiness. First kiss. First time. First happiness. At heart I had given all my firsts to him without him even knowing. "You okay"she wrapped her self around me.

"No"I cry. "No, Munira. I don't think I'll ever be okay after this. He's gone."

"No"she muffles and I hear her sniff and I'm so pissed that she's angry and I'm too sad to even care. "Don't ever say that, Ana. Good things are fucking coming."

"I was so close"I whimper. "So close to the life I've always wanted and that was because of him"

"You will have that"she promised. "You will have that"she adds.

I rest my head on her shoulder and we stay there for some time, I urge her to go look over some statues at the other side of the museum and she reluctantly agrees after much contemplation. I drag my feet up and walk around till I'm at the place where the art belongs.

I'm staring at a painting by Picasso trying to notice what was great about it. My dad, loved- loves, loves art. And paintings reminded me of him, maybe this was why I found peace staring at art because that was the only peace I had left.

He took all with him.

I don't wanna think of my dad because then I'd be sad, I'd like to think that deep down he was always with me but a part of me knows he wasn't but a bigger part believe otherwise.

I almost trip to the floor when I feel a hand on arm carefully pulling me back. I'm sick to recognize a grip but Ahsab. I'd recognize him everywhere and anywhere because he was me. I was him. We were one.

"Uh"I stuttered feeling slightly embarrassed. I close my mouth and take a deep breathe. I want to leave because I don't want to be in the same room as him. Not after everything, especially not after Munira's wedding.

"Ana"he groans, I can smell his cologne he's not standing far from me. I don't look at him and I feel him spun me around till I come intact with his chest. I take a deep breath, isn't there enough oxygen over here.

"Ahsab"I whisper but he hears me. I wonder what he's doing here, I don't wanna ask because that's more of a conversation and I don't wanna have a conversation with him. At least it's not a good idea.

We hear footsteps and he hurriedly pulls me into a restricted room. "What?"I almost yell.

"No one can see me"he whispers. I look up at him but I still don't stare at his eyes, I stare at his throat and watching him gulp was enough distraction.

"Wha-"I started to say but Ahsab pushes the door close and switches off the lights in such a swift.

"Shh"he presses his thumb to my mouth. And oh God, the tension. The footsteps are louder and I hear some conversation, I recognize The King and Faisal's voices and a couple of others. Wow.

It's when I feel his stare bore holes into me that I realize how close we really are and how intimate this situation is. He's pressing me to the door and my hands that were on his chest was the only barrier between us. Oh God. Oh God.

"Ana"he whispers. "Please look at me"he adds and his voice. My eyes catch his orbs and I'm drowning. I can't breath and I don't want to be saved because drowning is an escape, to drown is all I need.

"You know what I hate"he says, catching me off guard. His voice is demanding it was so foreign.

I shook my head.

"Being wrong"

I furrowed my eyebrows, I was confused at how this was relevant to this moment but Ahsab never failed to surprise me.

"And you, Anan Farsi prove me fucking wrong. Every single moment"he shook his head and gives me a small smile.

I give him a small smile that had been threatening to escape since I met him. After some seconds we just stare at each other and those orbs. God.

God.

He stares at my eyes. I stare at his. He stares at my nose, then my lips. Then my eyes, then my lips. Again. He gulps and I inhale a sharp breath. Why do we need to respirate.

"You proved me wrong because I thought I'd never be happy but since meeting you happiness is all I ever know"

That was the last thing he said before he crashed his lips onto mine.