Lost and Found - HIATUS

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"Seni seviyorum"
"Ben seni seviyorum"
She felt his hand letting hers go. He turned back to look at her one more time, as if he just wanted to engrave the image of the woman of his life on his memory forever.
And he left.

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3 weeks later

A lot happened in the past weeks, something shifted in the atmosphere. It was... colder. Grey. Like a cloudy day in the winter. Many days have gone by, many people have entered and left her life, but there was one thing that didn't change. One thing that has been a constant on her life, almost as if it was her new partner that would follow her along for the rest of her life: the pain. She realized that when people say it gets better with time, it's actually a white lie told to cheer someone up and give them hope. It doesn't get better with time, she learned. She can bare the loneliness, she can bare the pity looks directed at her, but she couldn't bare the pain she was feeling inside her being.

Exactly three weeks ago, when he left her in her silk robe and 'Bride' tiara, he took a part of her with him. She still feels the hole inside of her, the hole where the part he took had never returned. And she knew it would only get worse as time passes by. But she still had hope, though. Hope is something she will never give up. She simply can't give it up. She'll always have hope for his return. People around her said she needed to let him go, to move on, to start living again. But how could she live when the breath that kept her alive is gone? One cannot live without breathing. Sometimes she felt suffocated, so she went to the one person that could fully understand what she was feeling. The only person that felt this grief and pain as deeply as her, the only person she could truly share the thoughts she's been keeping inside of herself for weeks. Aydan hanim.

"I feel drowning a little more everyday, Aydan hanim", she says in her teary eyes, a look that's been very common to the young woman lately. "Oh... Edacim. Are the dreams still happening?" Aydan handles one tissue from the tissue box to her daughter-in-law. She may not have been officially her daughter-in-law, but inside her heart Eda will always be. Aydan's been growing fonder of her every single day, bonding by their traumas, love for Serkan and hopes that he will return. "Evet. I see him, and it feels so real. I woke up in tears three times now," she wipes her tears with the tissue, "to the point Melo had to stay with me so I fall asleep again." These dreams have been more constant every day, and they were mostly too realistic for Eda's sensitive heart. Serkan always came back to her in her dreams, and her heart filled with joy and relief... until she touched him. Every time she touched him, he disappeared. And that is when she wakes up, scared and sobbing. "But the one I had last night was different, Aydan hanim," she looked at the woman, who was now attentively looking back at her. "How different, Edacim? Are they becoming nightmares? Maybe we should see a doctor". But as she was gonna call Seyfi, Eda jumped off her seat, "Hayir, Aydan hanim. This time he spoke to me."

Somewhere far from Aydan Bolat's mansion, a radio call echoed inside the jeep of the rescue team resigned to find a private jet gone missing three weeks ago. "Attention, attention! We've received a signal!"