انس - Uns - Infatuation

She's sitting in front of the mirror, brushing her long hair, gazing wistfully at her reflection. In her castle made of ice and mirrors, she's never felt more alone. As if appearing from the very interiors of her mind, the jinn materializes out of thin air in front of the ice princess. She's silent, her eyes locked with his.

He looks harmless enough, despite being a creature born from smokeless fire, but she sees a small hint of mischief in his eyes. And for that reason alone, she's beginning to feel wary of him. Her protective shield guards her even more closely. He smiles at her, tries to make her realize that she has no reason to fear him. But her icy glare shoots an arrow through his heart, enough to dishearten him.

And just like that, he vanishes once more.

The ice princess realizes she's won. Many months have passed, yet not once has the jinn come back to her. The wall of ice grows thicker and her heart feels colder than ever. Yet she still finds herself thinking of the fire spirit. Where could he have gone to? She may have won against him but the same cannot be said about the battle she has with her heart. She sighs softly and wonders where he is, what he's doing, and if she'll ever see him again. She feels lost, alone, in a mess, obsessed. He's taken her poor frozen little heart with him.

He's roaming the desert day and night, lost in his own thoughts. It's as if wings have grown to take him away, yet his feet are planted firmly on the ground. He's yearning to see her. But he's afraid he can't say the same for her.

She wakes up with a strange pain in her chest. Her thoughts are never far from him, even though she hasn't seen him in forever. Before she sleeps and when she wakes, he's the only thought on her mind. She sits on the ledge of her window and wonders where her heart has gone.

It's not somewhere she can find. It belongs to him, she realizes. It always has.