Wherever You Go

Chapter 1

Yagiz rested his face in Hazan's hair, like he dreamt to do for many many months. He sighed, inhaling the clean lavender scent, so distinctly hers. Now that he has buried his face in those silky and gorgeous tresses, Yagiz never wanted to let go.

Hazan clinged to him like a baby, shoulders heaving up and down as her sobs slowly subsided. He could feel her entire weight on him, like she has totally given herself to him, like she has totally trusted him to hold him up, as she has unknowingly done so many times before. Only now it felt that she knew what she was doing. How long they stayed entwined together Yagiz had no idea. But the unique orchestra of night insects invading the eerily quiet cemetery brought him back from the high clouds gradually. They are here, they are in each other's arms, but everything is far from over. His hurt is the same, his hurt is even more now and the world is the same. An involuntary sigh escaped deep in his chest.

Hazan felt the soft sigh like an avalanche, prompting her to muster some strength to her lax body, enough to raise her head gently and to disentangle herself. It was dark and due to an extreme shyness that suddenly overcame her, she could not look at his mesmerizing eyes at length. But from what she saw, it was easy to recognize the confusion, doubts and disorientation creeping on to mask the warm pleasure in them. She felt the old dread starting to line up her heart again. Yagiz looked at her, her downcast eyes, drooping shoulders and the defeated demeanor, feeling the need to take her in his arms again and make her sadness go away. But this time he cannot turn back, not at any cost. True, his world will be barren without her for the rest of his life, given that already he was nobody. He does not have a father or brothers, or sisters, absolutely nothing. Even his birth mother is not among living. He had lived in hell, because of his desire to be close to Hazan, but he has really reached the end of the road. It's either a fresh start or nothing for him.

"Hazan, I have a cab waiting can we talk while we go?" Yagiz ask, his tone soft and subdued but firm with determination. Hazan felt the suffocating tightness in her chest ease a little bit; at least he is not leaving her here and going. If he expected a barrage of questions from her, as it usually happens, he was in for a surprise, for Hazan just picked up her handbag and walked towards him, ready to go. Just like the day we had the picnic, he thought whilst they walked through the tombstones, the day where she followed him like a little child, no questions asked.