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Poyhaz Part 2

It was one of the worst days of her life.  Haziran knew she was being overly dramatic given that just yesterday, she attended her grandmother's funeral.  The day before that, she had to cross the scary sea to reach the island where her mother grew up.  But today, her mother had left her on her own devices, telling her to entertain herself by exploring the island.  However, she was absolutely prohibited from talking to her aunt Selma or even little Nehir.  Her mother planned to spend her day working and later seeing to her grandmother's estate.  Haziran was on her own.  So what was she to do for a whole day in a place where she knew almost no one, and had nobody to talk to?

With these gloomy thoughts, Haziran decided to walk to some ruins in the island that she had heard about.  After all, what would be better than taking her ruinous mood to the ruins?

Haziran trudged on until she saw what looked like what was left of an ancient Greek amphitheater.  There were steps seemingly carved from the mountain and pillars that formed a half circle slowly rising up to the sky.   The half moon structure faced a flat surface that looked like it had been a stage long ago.

Haziran decided she needed a better view, so she climbed the steps up a bit. She navigated the scattered rocks and precariously broken steps, being careful not to loose her footing.  She was concentrating so hard on where she was stepping that she did not notice there was another person already there.

It was a boy, maybe two years older than her fifteen years.  She could not see what he looked like very well since he was looking the other way out. He must have heard her though because just then, he turned and looked at her.

Oh my!  But he was handsome!  He had dark curly hair, a straight nose, thick lashes over deep set eyes and nicely curved lips.

Oh why, oh why, Haziran thought, did she have to be at that frumpy teenage stage where everything about her was round?  Her face was round, her shoulders were round, even her ankles were round.  People tell her it's just baby fat, and this stage would pass.  But their assurances were suspect since they would say this as they patted her full cheeks and called her Bebek! So now, here she was, hoping to be tall and willowy before this  young Apollo but actually looking like a marshmallow.

Haziran hesitatingly asked, "Is it all right if I sit here?"  He gave her a slight smile and said, "go ahead."

Haziran gingerly sat down and looked back at the boy.  He had returned to looking out.  She decided to let him enjoy his thoughts and leave him alone. But a few minutes later, she heard him say, "can you see it, how it was here long ago?"

Haziran's eyes brightened!  A fellow historian!  She answered with an excited and eager voice, "yes, I could see it, Iphigenia waiting for her doom or Electra mourning her father Agamemnon." From there, they started to talk, and talk and talk.  They theorized about the plays shown on the stage, the people that attended, the life they led, and the food they ate.  They drew each of their thoughts so vividly to each other that they saw it unfolding in that sunny morning.

Haziran did not realize how late in the morning it was until the boy reached for a bag, opened it, and pulled a sandwich out.  He broke it in two and offered her one half.  He then looked at her again and asked, "so what is your name?"

Haziran froze.  She did not want to tell him her name.  It sounded to trite and ordinary.  But she could not also have him call her by her nickname that her friends used.  "Hazi" and "Hazy" suspiciously rhymed with "Crazy."  So she tried to give him a coy smile and said, "It's a mystery."  His eyes crinkled and said, "Well, I cannot call you 'You,' so I will have to give you a name."

He looked at her more closely and said, "Mavi, I will call you Mavi for your eyes."

Haziran felt her body go warm.  He said "Mavi" with in a way that made her feel beautiful.

He then said, "my name is Poyraz by the way." Haziran smiled.  She loved his name!  She was definitely etching it to her memory!  But if he was going to give her a special name, she was going to return the favor so she quickly said, "wait, I have to give you a name too." 

Haziran wanted to name  him by the color of his eyes too and was about to call him Kahverengi when she saw that she was mistaken.  His eyes were not brown, but green.  Not a common green that one sees all the time, but a deep green, like the color of dark moss in the forest.  So she said "Yesil, I will call you Yesil!"  He smiled back and said, "Mavi and Yesil."

After they finished their sandwiches, Poyraz turned to Haziran and asked, "Mavi, can I take you to one of my favorite places on the island?" Haziran nodded and said "thank you, I would like that."

Haziran did not realize they were going to see the sea until they approached it.  Poyraz took her to a dock and offered her a seat at the end of it.  Poyraz looked around and told her, "this is one of my favorite places.  I feel one with the sea here."

Haziran tried to stop it.  She tried to enjoy the sun beautifully shining over the waves.  But it still came, that overwhelming sadness that always overtook her when she saw the sea. 

Haziran heard Poyraz worriedly asking, "Mavi, are you alright?"  Haziran could not answer, her throat was tight as she tried to hold back the tears.  She then felt his fingertips touching her left hand.  She looked down and saw that Poyraz's palm was up, offering it to her to hold onto.  So Haziran grasped the offered hand and held tight as the grief took over.  She cried and let her tears fall.  Poyraz did not say anything, only holding her hand back tightly as her body shook and she let her sorrow envelop her.

When her grief subsided, Haziran wiped her eyes with her right hand while still holding Poyraz's hand with her left.  She said, "I'm sorry, I should not have done that.  The sea took my father from me and sometimes, I really miss him."

Poyraz's face fell and he said, "I'm so sorry.  I should not have taken you here."

Haziran immediately said, "no, no, it is not bad.  I am glad I came here with you.  You reminded me that my father loved the sea.  It was his favorite place, just like you."

Haziran did not know why she felt like being home with this boy she just met.  Like he understood and knew her.  She instinctively realized that it would be safe to tell him her secrets and fears.  So she told him everything.  Her real name, her father's death and her mother's subsequent neglect.  Her anguish poured out while he sat beside her, listening.  After, she felt drained but lighter.  She looked gratefully at him and said "thank you, you don't know how much this means to me."  He looked at her with understanding and said, "I am happy that I could help in some way."

Haziran then wanted to lighten the mood and asked about Poyraz's life on the island.  He did not argue the change in topic and proceeded to entertain her with stories about himself and his friends. They spent the rest of the afternoon laughing at his and their antics. It was simply magical in Haziran's estimation.

Later, Haziran regretfully told Poyraz, "I should be getting back."  He stood up with her and said, "I will walk with you."

When they reached the edge of town, Haziran looked up at Poyraz and said, "I want to thank you again." 

Poyraz asked, "will I see you again?" 

Haziran did not know and did not want to answer, so she reached up and put her hands on his shoulder.  She tugged him down a little and lightly placed her lips on his.  She felt him put his hand behind her back and pull her closer.  They stayed like that for what seemed like forever. Then she pulled back and said, "maybe." He quirked his brow and gave her puzzled smile. So she then gave him a wide smile and said, "definitely!"

Haziran skipped away before she could change her mind.  She looked back after a few steps and gave him a small wave that Poyraz returned.  Haziran then hurried away.  She looked out with smiling eyes at the world and thought to herself, "this is one of the best days of my life!"