Early Bird (Erkenci Kus)(Part 2)

84. I can forgive, but I can't trust

Can stares up at the hole in the ceiling from his spot on the floor of the elevator. "I told you," he sighs and points at it, dropping his hand onto his lap tiredly, "you didn't want to listen and now look at it." He peeks at Sanem also staring up at it next to him. "No, you wanted some action. Pretend you're in an action movie but guess what, reality is more brutal."

"Hm," she grins at the hole.

"Ruined it and got nowhere. This is all you achieved." He lifts the board beside him and shows it to her.

"I didn't know it would be so hard. It usually works in the movies - "

"Yes in the movies it works, because it's the movies Sanem." He shakes his head and looks at her. "Maybe in older elevators it would have worked too but the modern ones are designed different. There's no such thing as climbing out and scaling the walls." She nods quietly, shrugging. He takes a deep breath and looks at the doors. "Well, it looks like we're going to be here all night. And since that's the case," he scoots into the corner and crosses his arms, leaning his head against his jacket hanging on the railing, then closes his eyes.

"How long before tomorrow?" Sanem asks.

He opens his eyes and rolls his head to her. "Enough," he says before turning back.

"You're not serious," Sanem breathes. He nods. "What are we going to do until then? Maybe play a game?" she asks eagerly, smiling at him.

"No. We're going to sleep."

"Sleep?"

"Hm hm," he hums and closes his eyes again.

Sanem turns away and looks at the doors. "I won't be able to sleep like this, it's too stressful." She looks at Can, and tilts her head. He is breathing evenly and his eyes are barely moving  under the lids. "Are you already asleep?" she mutters. "Mr Can," she whispers, "are you asleep?" She pokes his shoulder and he shifts his head a bit. "Wake up." Can looks at her and she turns to him. "Let's stay up?"

"Why?"

"Let's talk a bit...We can talk about our childhoods, our favorite memories...that sort of thing. I'll start," she grins and he drags a hand over his hair, sitting up a little more and rolling his head to face her once more. "For example, when I was little, I believed for years that there was a tiger living under my bed."

Okay? Can waits.

"I mean, didn't even think it really, I actually believed it. I would always stand or sit in my crib, I never let my legs dangle down," she motions a dangling action with her hands, laughing lightly.

"You thought it would pounce and drag you down, huh?" Can grabs at her face, grinning, and pulls his hand back just as fast while she recoils and nods.

"Yes, like that," she chuckles and crosses her legs, her hands tucked into her lap. "I was very afraid. Do you have any memories like that?"

"A few," he shrugs, "I remember one time hitting the garden wall on my bicycle."

"Why did you do that?"

"I was having an argument with some friends over soda and in the end the soda was the prize."

"Was it a dare? To hit the wall?"

"Yes. We had to play chicken with the wall."

"Did you win?"

He snorts. "Of course I did." She smiles widely. "Dad punished me later, obviously. I had to sit with that prize soda and not drink it for hours."

"Learned your lesson then, huh, don't think you're better than a wall," Sanem jokes to herself, turning to face the door and pulling her knees up.