Wonderwall

Chapter One

"Maybe, you're gonna be the one that saves me"

She's mad.

Screw that, she's furious.

She storms out of her house and steps into the sidewalk as fast as her high heels will let her.

With one hand she holds the long length of her satin dress and she holds up her right hand to stop the first taxi she sees on the road.

"To Nışantaşı please." She enters the cab and takes a quick look behind her shoulder and she can see the silhouette of a man running towards her direction . "Please hurry up, I need to get out of here." Thankfully the driver seems to understand and presses his foot on the gas, leaving her house behind in a matter of seconds. She can no longer see Burak running towards her and isn't able to hear his shouts echoing into the night. She breathes finally, but she's still raging.

How dare he ask for her hand in marriage at her father's birthday party? How dare he ask for her hand in marriage at all.

She's always know he had feelings for her, since they were pretty much kids, but she never saw him as more than.. well.. an acquaintance. She can't even call him a friend, because to be fair, he's never been one to her.

She shakes her head and lets her eyes wonder through the tall buildings of Istanbul.

She's been back into the city for less than twenty four hours and she already wants to leave.

She's staying for just a few days and, in all honesty, the less time she spends in the city, the better it'll be for her own sanity. She's been doing so good lately, she was able to build back her life in a small town on the coast of the Black Sea after finishing her studies and finally becoming a doctor, she has her own studio there. She's... she's getting there. She feels like she could be happy again. She's just too scared of the thought, too scared of jinxing that small bubble of something that could look like happiness and have it evaporate in front of her very eyes. She's never known a feeling similar to happiness in the last five years of her life. That happiness was taken away from her the moment her family was killed in front of her. She doesn't even remember what it feels like to love or be loved and she's not even sure her heart would ever be ready to let that feeling in again. She needs to protect herself somehow.

The taxi stops at a crossroads, next to the crowded street of fancy Nışantaşı. She doesn't like the neighborhood to be quite honest. But one of the very few friends she has in the city owns one of the many lounge bars and she needs a drink. Or two.

She pays the taxi driver and heads towards the entrance of the place. She looks around and her head is suddenly filled with memories of drunken songs sang on the small stage, soft ballads she used to dedicate to her mom and her brothers. They would never miss a single gig of her band there.

Her lips curve slightly into a small smile. She never went back onto that stage after they died. She just ran away, from everyone and everything.

But now she's here and she needs that drink.

She seats in one of the empty bar stools and waits for her friend to turn around. When he sees her he looks at her with wide yes and mouth open in surprise.

"Halide Gürkan!" He shouts over the loud music. "Long time no see" He leans over the bar counter to give her a tight hug.

"Good to see you, Serkan" she gives him a warm smile. They haven't seen each other for five years, although they've always kept in touch.