A/N: Continuation of Camp AU from Ozgur's perspective, final part. Hope you enjoy and happy new year !!
She was walking just in front of him on the way to the mess hall, unaware of his presence. Ozgur grinned cheekily and began approaching her quickly, but quietly, grabbing hold of both her shoulders once he was within reach and scaring the living daylights out of her.
He laughed loudly as she reacted exactly as he had predicted she would, turning around to yell at him, her eyes wide, spitting fire, as she stomped her foot like a disgruntled child.
"Okay, okay." He said eventually, trying to control his laughter, holding up his hands in defeat. Then he slung his arm around her casually as she continued her annoyed grumbling, and they headed to the dining hall together.
At this proximity, he could smell her perfume, that bewitching scent that drew him closer and closer to her before he even knew what was happening. The scent brought him back to the nights that they had spent together, one of which he suspected had been mostly removed from Ezgi's memory.
He hadn't expected to hear they had broken up, her and "pislik", her happiness with that man painfully obvious to him every move-in day for the past couple years. He definitely hadn't expected the absolute disaster she would become when her sadness mixed with some alcohol, and the hellion that she was on any given day was suddenly amplified and loose in his cabin, bent on destruction.
Something had changed for him though as he held her to him, that first night when she was crying her eyes out or the second time when he had been all too aware of how little separated their two bodies.
She was strikingly beautiful after all. You couldn't blame a guy for noticing.
She had looked to him so expectantly, as if it was obvious to her that he would know what to do to keep them both safe. The faith she placed in him had moved him, unexpectedly, because there were not too many people that chose to rely on him, his outward persona more the "wing it" type. And yet, stressed as she was, he could tell that she felt safe with him, soothed by his presence.
When she had said as much, admitting how glad she was that he was with her, he had become acutely aware of how beautiful she was in the soft light of dawn, how close her lips were to his. He began to wonder what sounds she might make if he leaned in and captured them with his own.
She was so trusting, infuriatingly so. The way she let people get away with treating her horribly drove him absolutely insane. He wanted to fight all the people that ever made her sad: her idiotic father that had left her family just before their second summer at camp, all the boyfriends since then that had no idea how wonderful a woman they had, or some of her ridiculous friends that tried to change her every time a man did something wrong.
Over the years he had tried to coach her, give her advice, show her how to treat the whole thing like a game, men as objects to have power over, rather than people to give her heart to. And though initially she had tried, she had quickly grown tired of living via his tactics, clinging to her belief that her love was out there, and that making herself vulnerable again and again was worth it.
And now she seemed to have a new target.
Her moment with the doctor yesterday had not gone unnoticed. The memory of the doctor holding her hand sent a pang to his heart. He was certain that she was already dreaming her usual beautiful, fanciful dreams about the man, always two steps ahead of reality, as if she could simply will her perfect husband into existence.
Sure enough, when he tried to lead them to the mess hall, Ezgi escaped from his arm and headed off into the other direction. "I'm going to see Dr. Serdar." She said. "He wanted me to check in with him to make sure I was okay."
