Daw by Doaa Abdel Rahman

She lifted her eyes to him with pride alternating on her smile with shyness whenever he spoke to her like this. As if she was all he owned, he never looked away from her, as if she taught him how to look, as she taught him to find warmth in their repeated meetings away from the coldness that struck him everywhere. For this reason, he endured in her absence and suffered from separation, never fearing for him from magic, as if she was jealous that her magic could be anything but supreme!