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Sanem was sitting in her garden, in the middle of the cool evening, with a notebook open on her lap, the scent of a candle wafting around her, and the pen in her hand moving across the white sheet without rest. She was working on her second book, which she never thought would start so soon. After the success of the first one, she had been encouraged by the publishing house, and more precisely Yiğit, to start writing a second one. It sounded like a good idea to her at firts, but when she picked up the pen on an evening like this, nothing had come to her. It was as if she had used up everything she had to tell in her first book, and now there was a void in her heart that prevented her from feeling, from thinking, from writing.
That changed at the beginning of this month when, at the port, he reappeared in her life, as if to turn everything upside down, but he did the exact opposite. Her inner voice had returned, the tears she had refused to let go, her heart found a reason to beat again, her thoughts kept crashing into each other in her head, and she couldn't write it all down.
After the night they spent together and their conversation by the water, Sanem had a small hope that she refused to trust, but she sincerely dreamed that he would prove everything he said on the dock, that he would regain her trust.
Two weeks had passed since that conversation, after which the two had not exchanged a single word. Sanem watched him come home late every night to Mihriban's house, just above hers, and leave early in the morning. She had no idea what was going on with him, why he wasn't hanging around her anymore when he wanted her back, but she was proud enough to lie to herself that she didn't care what Can was up to all day long till evening.
It was early, just an hour after the sun had set, when Can pulled up next to her villa and the house he was staying at. He went inside and took a quick shower, slipped into the first clothes he saw in his closet, put her bandana in his back pocket, stood in front of the mirror, smoothed his hair and ran a hand through his beard. Then he went out to his balcony where he could see her garden.
She was there in the big wicker chair with her back to him and a lighted candle beside her. She looked so peaceful... just like every other night where after he got home he watched her in silence until she finished her writing or reading and went inside..
Today was going to be different though.
Sanem heard footsteps in the grass behind her and closed her notebook without turning around. She assumed that the man who had parked by her house less than ten minutes ago was walking behind her. Then she knew for sure that it was him when his scent enveloped her and she inhaled it with a long breath.
"Sanem" came his soft voice as he stopped a little behind her chair.
"Can?" - she replied. He took a few steps and stood in front of her. She lifted her head to look at him. She managed to hold back a gasp of surprise at seeing him with his hair tied again. She swallowed slowly. - "You came home early today..." - she remarked and cursed herself. Good, now he'll think you're watching when he comes home... said the voice in her head but she ignored it and stared at the grass beneath her feet.
