How much pain does it take for a human soul to disapparate from the earth?
Serkan Bolat was searching for answers. He looked above, anticipating the emergence of a Divine entity to tell him why he was still alive?
To answer why his heart continued to beat after all that had happened. He never demanded much from the universe. Hell, he never wished for anything. He had no desires no dreams. The one time, he passionately wanted something, it was ruthlessly snatched from his hands.
He did not deserve this.
They did not deserve this.
He wanted to scream but by some cruel fate, he could not utter a single word. His tongue felt as heavy as his body. He took lazy steps towards the room that echoed with death omens. His feet drew him back. He wasn't ready for the darkness to engulf him yet again. He knew he wasn't dreaming. An unknown force seemed to wring his heart like a bad joke. He was played. Played badly by everyone including the universe. Alas, he couldn't curse any of it because deep down he knew that he was equally involved in bringing this destruction upon them.
He couldn't breathe. He was struggling
His eyes burned at the sight. Serkan remembered how he used to latch onto his mother's lap whenever he got scared of something. Whenever he was in pain, his mother's welcoming embrace served as a perfect haven. He wished his mother was around. He wished she could save him from experiencing the unbearable. His hand clawed his neck, struggling to breathe. He wanted to run but at the same time, he wanted to bury himself right there, with her.
He managed to sit on the stool beside the bed. The same bed that carried his death sentence.
She was covered in blood. Her face was white as a sheet yet she looked as beautiful as she did the first time he laid his eyes on her. God made her think about him. There was no doubt about that. They were soulmates and he didn't need any affirmation. They shared birthdays. They shared stubbornness and so much more.
But all of this didn't matter anymore.
It was all gone. Gone like a dream.
Serkan Bolat had experienced the bloodiest scenes in his life. He had killed a few and saw killings that would shake anyone None of it affected him. In fact, he always questioned his sanity. He believed he didn't have a heart. He took pride in this reality.
He was a fool.
Maybe if he hadn't sold this lie to himself, he wouldn't have experienced that barbaric moment
Maybe, he would have been spared from the atrocity of seeing the love of his life butchered mercilessly.
8 times
The dagger cut her limbs 8 times, right in front of his eyes and he couldn't do anything. He was helpless. And he loathed that feeling more than anything in the world. The memory replayed in front of his eyes as vivid as before.
Amidst the chaos and killing in the firm, she was only looking for him. Her eyes said it all. He told her that she didn't want to see her face yet, but she made effort to tell him. She was going to tell him the biggest truth of their life.
Her eyes gleamed with hope. He could sense that love and sunshine. She was drenched in sweat and her lips were bleeding as well. Her feet were injured. Despite the limp and excruciating pain, she called out his name in desperation, in love, and in utmost hope.
"Serkan....Serkan listen to me. Please." But he ignored her. Or maybe he tried to. She was determined like always. He loved that about her.
She took steps and he was ready to hear her.
He was ready to pull her in his arms.
Until.
His vision was blocked by a familiar blond woman. Instantly, he was held by two men and he saw a fiery Selin stabbing Eda right in her stomach.
