Chapter 21

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A/N:When I first started writing here , I didn't have a single follower or friend in this fandom and trust me I wouldn't have been able to imagine that I would someday end up making friends or have so many wonderful readers. But this is dedicated to every single one of you who kept me going one day at a time,to all the new readers who have started reading this fanfic and most importantly anyone who is thinking of writing a story , please do.
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(Hande's Pov)

They say time heals all wounds, but even after all this time, when I stepped into the grass of the cemetery and headed toward my mother's gravestone, the wounds were still there. Deep and jagged scars. They were not open and bleeding, but they were still painful all the same.
I stared down at her gravestone and stifled a sob.
I'd never been here with anyone other than my family since her funeral.
Not even once with a friend or Murat ,yet I was there with him because it was time for Kerem to meet anne.Because had she been here , I would have wanted her to meet the man who had brought me out of my shell and helped me build myself up from the ruins of my past.

"Seni çok özledim anne.( I miss you so much mom.) Her gün(Every day). Her bir gün.(Every single day)."

Losing a parent even when you are old enough leaves a gaping hole, especially when that parent misses out on the very important and significant incidents of your life. And it was incredibly hard for us losing our mother . There were so many milestones and life experiences and happy times and sad times we have had to experience without her and would have to in the future.
"Gamze misses you too. I know she does. Ma-Mavi is growing up so fast and Gamze is a wonderful mother..you would have been proud of her..."

Kerem snaked his arm around my shoulder as he pulled me sideways into him.His warmth seeped into my skin through the layers of clothing and filled the gaping void in my heart.

I ran my finger across her name on gravestone and pressed a kiss on my finger before placing them on her picture.
I sighed and stared down at the words etched on the gravestone.

"But I'm here today..for you to meet someone..special.." I clasped his hand into mine." I -I took him on a date..Can you believe it? I've never asked anyone out on a date-"

-"And I was as shocked as you would have been Aylin hanım.." Kerem whispered against my hair as he pressed a kissed on the crown of my head. He knew how much I needed to get the words off my chest.

" And I took him to the mini golf place where we used to go..it was a tie..but I think he cheated once..like Dad used to with you.."

-" Saçma saçma konuşma Handemiyy.." he mocked annoyance at my accusation as if anne was in front of him.

" Kerem threw me a surprise birthday party ...and got me blueberry pancakes..and took me on a hot air balloon ride..and-and there are so many things that he has done for me that I wish you were here to see..because I'm finally happy - after a long time..And I wanted you to meet the person who is the reason behind that happiness..I-I think about you all the time anne.I wonder what it would be like if you were still here..."
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(Kerem's POV)

"Kerem.."Her voice was a breath, as I watched her lower lip wobble and she heaped down on the ground.
I sank down beside her, and a shuddering breath ripped out of her body.Gently, I cupped her cheek. Hande's eyes squeezed shut as she leaned into my palm, and a teared leaked out.

"Baby," I whispered, full of heartache for her.

A sob escapesed like a gut wrenching cry as she fell into me, her head burrowing against my chest as her hands clutched at the back of my shirt. I gathered her close as she let loose. The broken sounds, her full-bodied sobs, teared into me. She curled herself around my torso and I protected her with whatever I had as she cried.

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