How I Met Mr Jinn ✔️

Chapter Thirty-Nine

Candle On a Window

When silence spoke, he was always there to silence it. But even silence itself didn't mind if it was him who spoke the most.

Eventually, Our mouths grew sore from the talking, and our jaws ached from the laughter, recalling tomfoolery memories of our past, by watching the spark in each other's eyes like it was the blaze of a candle when everything around us was consumed by darkness. And that it was, but in his arms I forgot everything. Our troubles, our worries, and even our bad qualities or habits of the never-ending chain of lies he would unlock every so often.

I wanted this moment to last, to savor the mood, and to embrace it as we've never done before. But soon all of that fell to ruins, and I came to realize, That that was just a silly mistake, as soon as his smile turned to a frown, and my heart sank at the mention of his name once more.

He blew on our last flame, a candle doomed to abolish.

"Why so sad-" I tried, tracing his jaw gently with the tips of my fingers.

"Kabus won't leave us alone." He told me, shaking my touch away. "Today was a good example of that."

"So What was that we just saw?" I asked him, pulling on the ends of my sweater nervously, as an attempt to cover my hair, with high hopes that my ears wouldn't freeze and fall off. It was getting ridiculously cold out here.

Day after day, the ice on my window would thicken. Morning after morning I'd find myself craving hot tea or anything warm to thaw my insides. It seemed to be every day, that one of my brothers- or if dad was in the mood- would throw salt on the sidewalks to melt the thick snow around our home. And at times like these few counted seconds, I could almost feel the directions the air would dance in, as it found its way to my lungs and out, where I'd watch it evaporate like the broad smoke of a thin cigar.

After Grecio had pulled me out threw the wall thanks to some strange phenomenon he executed, he sat me down onto the windowsill and boxed me from left to right with his arms. We stared into each other's eyes, letting it sink in... hope.

"And don't you dare tell me you don't know." I hissed.

"An old friend." He breaths out, looking into my eyes bravely, and bracing for impact.

"An old friend?" I raised a brow unbelievably, "Who is he, and why does he know where I live?"

"I-"

"Please," I begged. "We both have no idea what that thing could have done if you weren't there."

"Your right," He shrugged, pushing himself away from me.

He took a few steps backward, walking in midair like it was an everyday thing for him. While doing so, He let all of his thoughts sink in deeply, fishing for ways to pronounce his pain. When he was done, eyes observed the way his sneakers fell onto nothing and faced me, with his feet only inches apart from mine as they dangled loosely from the brick wall.

My shoulders tense, I yanked my head up, to catch his eyes still on his shoes, and I pulled on his hand, inviting him down beside me gently.

The window we sat on, was rather tall but quite thin, but when I moved In order for him to sit, our shoulders brushed against each other As spring leaves on a windy evening; we didn't mind. Our flowers wanted to smell each other's fragrance, to feel our accidental leaves when they engulfed into each other, and to be lost in each other's embrace just before another gust of wind blew them apart.

"I think I know why you can see me." He whispered, soft and low like a growing cactus.

Why was it that every time he spoke, almost every word spun my mind into directions you could never come to imagine? But whatever it was, it was unquestionably one of his best qualities as well as it was just as fairly his worst.