The purchase was small, I gave away a smile, I said I would not feel and the brutal days of dysphoria came uninvited and without a knock wrapped me into it's gruesome hold.

I admit, I am weak.
I admit, I weep.

But how long can you wait for the faith to unfold into flowers, pink, pastel, pleasant blooming flowers.

I check the door every morning to see if he has unlocked the cage, where he has kept himself.

It is like he is punishing himself but with me.

Is he ashamed?  Or he is tired?
Because I am. Both.

I erased the stains of a single tea cup from the table. I want to know when would this end.

I have no passion in me to start all the fights again but no burden is placed on a soul it cannot bear.

I shook my head angrily.

The shine of the clouds weeped with me this evening, the morals of the night crushed the bitter Galaxy, gradient layers of little diamonds spread across. I could count them on my fingers here. One. Two. Three. Four. Five.

Scarce, everything is so scarce in the City.

I ate my dinner alone. Another long Day has passed. I survived. I cried.

The silent footsteps proceeded towards me.

"Al-Souffian? " my eyes attended his face.

"Ladyship can we go out? " he said in a breath.

I stood up and hurried for the keys and I settled my hair with my hands.

I wiped away my tears.

I'll be strong, I'll be strong for you.

He sat in the Car, front seat.
I sat in the driver's seat.

"You cannot drive? " he uttered blankly.

"I can" I answered cautiously.

Fragile, like he was Fragile.

He ditched the vehicle and walked on, his foot towards the barren streets. In the darkness. I saw the traffic signals on the street, Yellow then Green.

He crossed the road recklessly, I screamed his name recklessly.

"Al-Souffian listen! " I said catching up to his speed.

He was walking with his hands at his back,speeding aimlessly.

He moved his head around.

"What do you want?  Al-Souffian? " I asked running madly in circles around him.

"please, listen. Al-Souffian! " I yelled.

He was unaffected.

At last "Where is the drug store?" he asked with a dry voice.

My hands supported my knees, breathless and tired. Exhausted.

"To the left" I answered in comprehension.

He raced inside, I followed him.
He looked at me "They do not have cigars? "

I stamped my foot.

"Buy cigarettes " I said. I did. I could not believe but I suggested the idea.

He bought an expensive packet of cigarettes and marched on the streets.

"Can you stop running" I exclaimed.

"I am walking " he stated.

Back home, I sat on his bed.
Under the leather fragrance and the smell of cigarettes.
I pierced my eyes into his.

The neither sad, nor happy dimension.

"wot" he uttered taking in the fumes.

"Where is your glove? " I asked.

It was on the floor. I picked it and placed it on the table.

"Are you alright? " I questioned, scared.

"What would happen to me, Ladyship. Shall we have our dinner? "

He ate half the portion of his meal.
I could not however with ardent tries take off my sight from his face.

The pale, silver Souffian.

"What happened to you? " I asked.

He threw the empty plate on the floor that broke into three pieces.

"Look what happened " he said sharply and bashed the chair and returned to his room.

I cleaned the broken mess but this is a ceramic plate and that is a heart.

I saw the moon laughing at me.

Well, you too will have a fall nearly in a few hours.

The nights were always cruel to me.

He took unusually long in the bathroom when he returned, I opened my palm to him, to which he cross smiled.

"Doing well Ladyship " he smirked.

"All the education from you"

We both lied on the bed seeking peace.
The night still mocking us from different corners of the room.

"I apologize. I apologize for Sunday " he said as his unaccomplished breath moved his vocal folds.

I touched his cheek with my bare hands, his skin like silk.

"I am worried about you " I said.

"I warned you"

"You are my friend "

He shook his head in disgust.

"Not your friend " he fumed.

"Alright, best friend? "

"None of that. I would only be your husband. I would only glorify this relationship and nothing else. You do not have to switch names Ladyship of a relationship to make it sound better, you need to make it better"

"I am ready " I said smiling.

"Don't fall in Love with me"

"I think it is too late"

He looked away and folded his arms. Let your heart witness this Al-Souffian, open those arms. I unlocked his hold.

I have never been so overwhelmed. There are thousand emotions but they are tangled. I do not want to entangle them nor do I care of anything at all. For once and for all, if this is a mistake,I want to make this mistake.

I kissed his cheek.

"There is No backing out " he repeated.

"I will be always here"

"Who do you hate the most in this world? " he asked turning away from his smoke.

"Your mother" I bluntly though honestly answered.

He smirked "Finally we agree on one thing"

She is the reason I am here. She is the reason that I cannot embrace my own husband. She is the reason why there is a man who I admired immensely but could not love. There is man she left solemn, who curses his own beauty because he does not have anything else to blame. Here, I. There four sad men. Here, this arrogant young Man,there The cruel old man. All, everything is her fault.

"She is the most heartless women I have ever heard of" I remarked.

"There won't be anyone as ridiculous as her" he stated.

I kissed his burning cheek.
Silk.

"Why did you cry? " I asked.

"Everything.... Every object that I loved, where I loved; is moved" his sentiments drowning his face "I placed them,they shan't be moved. I must touch them, they mustn't. They returned everything, not a single object of mine is at Dar-Al-Maqamah anymore. Do you understand what that means?  It is Cold Disowning.  I have been thrown out of Dar-Al-Maqamah. They expect me to never return "

My eyes widen in the horror of the truth.

Oh no. No!

"I could not understand the motive behind the boxes " I said.

"That is why I call you foolish Falaq-Naaz "

I sighed.

"can you imagine how your life would be if you choose Al-Hassan instead? " he asked.

Melancholy but beautiful. With words.

"Gloomy" he answered his own question. He looked at me and added "Al-Hassan is a bad choice, I would rather have brother Al-Wais sitting on the throne with you, if it had to be. He is the King after all"

I looked away,the wounds falling off the skin.

"And you? " I returned into his eyes.

"I am the worst choice Lady Falaq-Naaz. I am the wildest, meanest and the heartless "

I slightly laughed.

"I have known worse" I said avoiding the blue flashes of my most loyal nightmare.

"You will forget everything. You will only remember me" he whispered.

"I must say you have exaggerated views of yourself. You are nice Al-Souffian. You are not even close to the worse"

He laughed his demonic laughter.

"I have a bad habit of loving things that are not good for me" I smiled.

"Welcome, you are in the right place" he smiled.

Now he bowed his head to reach me, I lifted mine to seek him. In the invalid corners of my heart, I know I would regret this. He looks dangerously handsome. He thumb stroked my cheek. I caught his hands. This is madness. Silk skin. Silk skin.