How I Met Mr Jinn ✔️

Chapter Forty-One

Bruja The Witch

Inches of snow shrunk with soft yelps into mere centimeters as stiff feet faltered over it. My heartbeat along with my steps in perfect tune, and cold breath overtaking my view when I looked down. My fingers swayed from my sides as I ran, wrapped warmly with knitted gloves although they did little to ease the weather. I ran and ran as fast as I could through the snow, trying to avoid strangers as we walked through crowded hallways. Whatever the situation was, It didn't stop me from skipping past the dark cracks on the sidewalks- if I were to step on them, the floor would break apart and I'd fall into a pit. Now, those childhood fantasies don't seem like the most unrealistic thing that could happen. Not when I stared at every giant and a ghost-like creature that passed by me every few seconds.

With wide eyes, I closely watched a large blue foot take a step forward, feeling as if I was amid a blizzard I had caught cold feet if I already haven't. I felt the earth shake once his foot had made contact with the ground a few yards away from me. I looked upwards to find the sky clouded by a tall creature as he casually walked past me, glancing down at my state in no interest.

"I'm never gonna get used to this," I spoke, in a soft delicate and frightful whisper that could easily crumble a lions brave, courageous nature.

I was about to sprint forward desperate to escape everyone's pestering gazes- my sudden movements were more noticeable than I had hoped- until I heard a soft hiss to my left. I stopped and turned towards the sound, and just as I had seen who it was I stepped into the dark and held his cold hands begging, "I need it to stop, I'm sorry."

"I understand," He tried to smile, but all I saw was the pain in his bright blue eyes. "I'm guessing you can see it all, huh?"

I nodded.

''Well?'' He asked, ''How is it?''

I paused, searching his features for some kind of assurance. ''Different. How are you doing?''

He held back his tears with a broken voice that shattered my soul, "I once told you I was going to 'let you see my world and how we see yours' but I guess you already have at the cost of many things."

"I know. This wasn't your fault," I tried to tell him.

"But what if it was?" He asked, "What if I poison everything and everyone I touch?"

I held onto his hands tighter and whispered back, "I'll never regret holding you,"

"One day you will."

I sighed. Glancing at my shoes awkwardly I asked, "What do you propose we do?"

He raised a brow, "Propose?"

I smiled, nudging his arm. "Seriously, Griceo. What do we do?"

He looked around silently, a type of unease and assurance sparked his eyes while he glanced back at me; his neck stretched deeper into the tunnel that my eyes sketched in the dark alleyway. He whispered, his voice full of delicacy as if he was waiting for the bricks underneath our feet to break. What if they already have?

"Come with me,"

***

In some parts of the world, it was raining during the winters, but Michigan was not that. Yet surprisingly, my boots stepped into puddles of water from an unknown source. I pray for it to be only water.

Having had enough of this, I looked up ahead of me to where his back was turned as he crept between the shadows like a burglar. I steadied myself with a hand on the harsh surface of a brick wall before asking, "Gri-"