Don't Hate Me

A/N: This is one of my older fics. We all know this wasn't how the show went but at the time when I wrote this, it was just a self-indulgent fic. 

Eda wasn't sure what was wrong with Serkan but something was bothering him and she was sure it had something to do with her.

He had been avoiding her for that past week, he still drove her to work but he barely said two words to her.

He locked himself in his office away from everyone, including her. Especially her. He wouldn't even look at her.

It hurt. One day he was the most romantic, sweetest man she ever knew, making plans to go to Italy with her, and the next he was suddenly not there.

She didn't understand it at all.

Did she do something wrong? Had she upset him in some way. Did he change his mind about them? About Italy? About her?

For the first time, she was afraid to talk to him. Afraid that when she did it would be over.

Her chest was tight with fear and she felt like she couldn't breathe.

Serkan said he couldn't breathe without her there, couldn't live without her. Maybe he was wrong and he could but Eda was starting to think she couldn't. Couldn't breathe without him. Couldn't live without him. Couldn't imagine him not being a part of her life.

She felt like a piece of her was already gone.

~*~ ~*~ ~*~ 

Serkan sat at his desk in his office, his hands resting in his hands.

The pain he felt in his chest was constant, tearing up inside ever since his father revealed that their family was the reason Eda's parents were dead.

Why she suffered such a great loss at such a tender age.

The source of her fear for closed-in spaces. Her Claustrophobia.

How could she possibly be with him now?

How could she love the man whose family ruined her life?

He couldn't bring himself to break up with her. He needed her but he couldn't even look her in the eye.

He couldn't be in the same room with her longer than five minutes without feeling on the verge of breaking down.

His dad ruined his life.

He sounded like a melodramatic teenager but it was the truth.

His father's mistake is going to cost him everything.

His future, his world, his happiness... His Eda.

How could he look Eda in the eye, tell her he loved her, be with her, build a life with her here and Italy, and not tell her the truth.

He couldn't let their relationship from this point forward be built on lies and half-truths.

There could be no secrets between him and Eda.

However, Serkan feared that when he told Eda the truth that was it. It would be over. Eda will walk away from him and his life would go back to being empty. He would be alone again and would be gone from his life.

"Serkan?"

Serkan's head snapped up and he saw Eda, hovering in the doorway.

God, she was beautiful. She was always beautiful and her beauty never failed to astound him.

He turned away from her attempting to compose himself.

"What is it, Eda?"

He could hear her steps across the floor, drawing closer.