Prologue

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It hits me hard again                                                                                                                                                          The pain of abandonment                                                                                                                                                       -- Just Patty

CAN'S POV

I can't believe it! Sanem has chosen to believe and stay with a man she has known for five weeks instead of believing the man she is suppose to love, the one she has known for months, the one she is suppose to marry.

We have been through so much, had agreed that we would never let go of each other's hand again, to work through everything together, and at the first sign of trouble, she won't take mine.

"Sanem, you know every part of me, the good, the ugly, the vulnerable, to the moral side that demands justice and truth."

I can still hear myself telling her that if she believed I would burn her notebook or would physically harm her then I shouldn't be there anymore, if she thought that of me I should leave. When she didn't say anything in response, I said my goodbye and left. As bad as I wanted to turn to see if she was coming after me, I didn't, I couldn't and she didn't, she chose Yigit.


SANEM'S POV

I see Can reach for my hand, asking me to go and talk about this in private but I refuse to take his hand, I hear myself blaming him for hurting Yigit, for burning my notebook, even though I see the bandage on his hand, I hear myself, saying what if he would hurt me the way he did Yigit and then I hear him saying he couldn't stay if I thought those things of him. I don't hear myself answer him but I do hear him say goodbye and then I watch as he walks out the door and out of my life. I stand there crying for all of thirty seconds, when I realize, I don't believe those things about him, that I should be holding his hand and walking out that door with him. But, it is too late. He is gone, has turned off his phone and left me standing in the cold hallway of the hospital. I find a bench to sit down and continue to cry.


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