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Glimpse of Us

A/N:  No part 3( yet) cause I suck hehe (*posts this and runs away*)

This song is just right right for my bitter soul and perfect for this version of my babies.

I recommend listening to it while reading this garbage ;)

As always, thank you for your comments and votes( I listen to you guys, I swear!).

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Sound of cigarette being lighted disturbed the silence in the small, dirty space between the buildings, space that was filled with trash and empty cardboard boxes.

A woman, who was leaning against the brick wall of the building, took a small drag and welcomed the smoke in her body.

She knew what even a small puff does to her body. Right now,  the lining of her nose and esophagus became red and irritated from the  chemicals and smoke. The good bacteria in her mouth will die which will cause a dry mouth and bad breath. Also, after a while, wrinkles and age spots will appear which would, of course, ruin her porcelain skin.

She sees the consequences of smoking every time she takes her cigarette box, but to be completely honest, she doesn’t give a crap.

Although, she doesn’t really enjoy it, but it was a habit( in other words- addiction), and she wasn’t willing to quit it.


Eda only smoked when she was stressed, and that night, that night was one of the most stressful nights of her life.

Because, from this day and night, Eda was officially a successful artist.

The most important people in Turkey were there, from art critics to singers and actresses, to journalists and politicians.

Everybody was there.

Everybody to judge her art, that was hanging all over the white walls of the small, modern gallery that was placed in in the center of Istanbul.

Eda was tired from explaining her every move, line and color( or lack of colors), from forced smiles and overwhelming fear of comments towards her work, so she found herself there, leaning on the wall with nicotine in her blood.


She was supposed to be happy about all of this, about the biggest success of her life, about being the fresh face in Istanbul’s artistry, but all Eda felt was a weird mix of melancholy and longing.

She threw the finished cigarette on the floor, and as an old habit, she touched the finger on her left hand, where her ring used to be.

Once, she could see the print of it on her, but even that was long gone.


Eda’s head turned towards the sky, that was speckled with stars, and she immediately found the one her eyes searched for.

A sad smile appeared on her face. Memories of him knocked on her heart, but she refused to open it. But no matter how much she tried to push them away, the small, treacherous part of her soul wished he was there, next to her.

Her wishful thinking was probably the reason why she decided to wear her little black dress, a dress he bought for her to wear on special occasions.

Special occasion came, but he was no longer there.


Eda let a deep sigh and went back to her exhibition, with her sorrowful shadow following behind.



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Eda stood near the marble pillar and observed her work on the walls. There were at least ten better paintings that stood in her apartment, collecting dust, that should have been there, but weren’t.

Art world wanted pain, intrigues and secrets, so if you have talent, but lived a pretty normal life, you probably won’t make it.

Why do people enjoyed other people’s pain, Eda wondered as she took a sip from her glass of champagne, and stared at the fancy people with expensive suits and elegant dresses.

She could recognize the pretentious faces of claimed and self-claimed critics and frowned.

Earning money by judging other people’s work was simply idiotic if you ask Eda.

Minutes, that felt like years, passed and Eda just wanted for this day to be over. Her feet, that were in high black heels, hurt like hell, and generally, she felt tired, both physically and mentally.

Her newly assigned assistant, a sweet girl named Melo, asked her couple of times during the day if she was okay, and Eda simply nodded and smiled.

“I am fine, Melo, don’t worry”, she would say, but it was far from the truth.

How can she be okay, when the ghosts of him and them haunted her, the entire day and entire years?


People were starting to leave the gallery, and she felt like she could breathe easier now.

“Eda”, she heard him call her, and she turned towards the voice that belonged to the owner of the gallery, Deniz Karsu.

“How is my brilliant star? I was right about you, you know”, he said and Eda saw weird, kind of greedy smile on his face that was covered with beard.

“Good, Deniz Bey”, Eda replied confusingly. “I think the exhibition went well, what do you think?”

“Oh, it went better than expected, Edacim”, he stated, while his eyes were shining a bit too bright.

“Someone just came and bought the entire collection”, he exclaimed in a whisper, and Eda almost had a heart attack.

She was frozen, his words repeating inside her head like a broken record.

“…. bought the entire collection…”

“…the entire collection…”


Not even in her wildest dreams could she imagine something like this.


“What?”, she finally said, gulping after the question left her mouth.


“That man, over there”, Deniz replied and nodded somewhere behind her.

Eda took a breath and turned around, her eyes locking with a very familiar pair of green eyes.

She stopped breathing when she faced her past, that was looking at her in a mysterious way.

She couldn’t even blink.  Her heart’s beats were dangerously fast and strong.

Few meters from her stood her ex husband.

“Serkan”, Eda whispered, his name escaping her mouth for the first time in years.

Serkan Bolat, the man she left a long time ago, stood there and bought her entire collection.


What the actually fuck?



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