A series of Edser events

And I've heard of a love that comes once in a lifetime

Hi, this is my first story.
All the characters belong to the turkish dizi Sen çal kapımı

They're walking together, arms brushing, synchronized heartbeat.

It's amazing how even after all these years, the hurt, the anger, one look at each other makes them feel at peace. Love is a really strange thing.

Eda knows she has to tell Serkan the truth. She isn't ready, she knows he'll hate her and he won't look at her in the same way ever again, but she knows she has to tell him the truth.

Five years and she still loves him more than she thought was possible loving someone.

She feels like her love grew more each day, even if they spent the last 1825 days apart.

Eda is a mature woman now. She's very successfull, she worked really hard to get where she is now.

She always tried to be a good friend, a good boss and even more she's tried to be a good mother.

Always tried to do the best she could.

But is it enough? Her daughter is loved by so many people, but she knows she misses her father even if she never met him. Eda misses him too; but everytime she looks at her daughter it's like she had him with her all along.

Her daughter deserves the truth and Serkan does too; so she shakes her head and she starts.

"Serkan..." she says, stopping in her tracks.

Serkan stops too and he looks at her, "Efendim" he smiles

"I need to tell you something..." she continues

"Tell me, I knew there was something you wanted to tell me".

Eda looks at him, she wants to impress every single detail of his face on her mind.

The way he let his hair grow and he keeps them in a little ponytail now.

The beard that makes her feel things.

His lips, his smile, his wrinkles.

His eyes. The love she can see clearly in them.

"You'll hate me..."she starts but gets interrupted

"Eda, I'll never hate you. Since the moment we met there's not have been a single day in which I hated you"

"I know, but you will now" she says.

She isn't ready, she isn't ready. She already lost him, so many times, she's not ready to lose him again. She keeps looking at him and then she kisses him, impulsively. Like she did the first time, but now there's so much love she's trying to convey in that kiss. To make him understand. To say goodbye.

"If this was the thing you wanted to tell me..."Serkan says, forheads touching, "you should tell me again, because I didn't quite get it" he smiles.

Eda disentagles herself from him, a little smile playing at her lips.

"When we broke up five years ago I was devasted. I was angry, I was hurt. I was in love. I loved you so much that I wanted to hate you and our fate that always teared us apart. We went through so many things, didn't we?" she asks.

Serkan nods, too afraid that if he'll say anything she's gonna stop talking.

"When you told me you were sick, I felt like the world was falling apart, crushing me, laughing at me. I loved you and you loved me and what we wanted was to be together. To be happy. But everytime something happened and tried to split us. We didn't let it. At least not that time. We fought together...but your treatment changed you. You attached yourself to your work, always postponing our wedding, telling me and everyone else that we were fine like that. That you didn't want for our family to grow" she says.

Serkan can hear the pain and the hurt behind all those words. He feels it too.

"I always loved you" he says, "but having a tumor and doing the treatments....it scared me"

"I know, I understand it now but back then I didn't. I saw a man who didn't love me anymore, a man who didn't want for us to become a family, to have kids, to grow old together" Eda says, with tears pooling at her eyes.

Serkan is trying not to cry too, for how much they loved each other they hurted each other more.

"Why are you telling me all of this Eda? What is happening? Why did you kiss me?" he asks.

"I can't remember the last time I kissed you. I want to be able to remember everything about our last kiss. The way your lips feel on mine, your taste. The way look at me after", he still doesn't understand. Why is she saying all of this thing? They just found each other again, why is she putting an end before the beginning?

"Eda..." he says

Eda takes her phone out and she asks him to look at it. On the screen there's a picture of a beautiful little girl that looks a lot like her.

"You know this kid too? I met her here too..." Serkan says.

"I didn't" Eda starts, "I didn't meet her here. This is Kiraz, Serkan"

He looks at her, a question mark visible on his expression.

"She is my daughter, Serkan" she says, taking a deep breath and looking right in his eyes "Our daughter".

"Ne?" he says, his voice barely audible.

"In the months after our breakup I was sick, I didn't eat properly, I fainted a lot. I spent most of the time crying and yelling and throwing darts at our pictures. Two months later I fainted while I was home alone, in Italy. When Melo came back I was still unconscious. She brought me to the hospital and they told me I was pregnant" she continues.

"Ne?" he repeats, this can't be real. She didn't keep his child away from him. She would never do it, not his Eda. "You..." he continues, "You...This is my daughter? You kept my daughter away from me?" he says, raising his voice.

She nods her head, crying.

"You..." he says, tears streaming down his face. He puts his hands on his head and takes a few steps away.

How could she do this? The pain he's feeling right now, the anger, the hurt...he never felt it before. The pain he feels is so strong that makes him double over; his body shaking with the force of his cries.

Eda wants to hug him, to take all that pain away from him but she can't because she's the cause of it.

She keeps looking at him, hoping that he'll let her explain.

"You were right..." Serkan says, drying his tears and going to face her.

His look changed, she can't see the love he feels for her. She only sees pain, anger and betrayal.

"Senden nefret ediyorum Eda Yildiz" he says and then he walks away.

"Serkan" Eda cries, "Serkan, please..."

She keeps calling him, but it's already too late.