Constantinople's Cherry

I - 8. Bunu anlatan kağıt

2nd Septembre 1914, province of Mardin.

Eda walked with her heart heavy, her beautiful dress only making her shoulders heavier as her eyes swam on the valley where her love blossomed in. A valley that was so dear to her for this reason, and that, she didn't knew if she would see again.

Her brother, Ayaz noticed her gloom and tried to cheer her up, he'd buy her jewels he saw on the way back, in Mardin, they were traditionnal of the province and so lovely. He'd get her favourite food made on resquest in the train, and he spoke excitedly about the new school year, Eda was going to complete her high school degree soon and could think about prestigious universities.

None of Ayaz's sweet talks appealed to Eda today. Her heart ached so terribly as if she was leaving a bleeding part of it behind. All she felt was immense sadness.

Serkan walked step in step, parallel to the convoy taking the Yıldız to the train station. He hid in the bushes and walked in the field, hiding and watching Eda from afar. If it was possible, he was even in love with her figure.

But her step didn't have the joy and speed it had when she came to meet him. She was hurting as much as him. He was feeling like she was taking a part of himself with her.

Serkan felt the entire summer play out infront of his eyes with each step. After yesterday night, after their tender first lovemaking, it was so hard to let her go so soon. When he could still almost feel her body against his, the silky softest feel of her skin.

He stood on the platform opposite hers as they reached the station, hoping she'd notice him and they could have a last opportunity to say goodbye.

She didn't for a while and as the clock ticked, Serkan felt desperate. She just looked down somewhere on the rails, sadness etched on her face.

Look up Eda. Look up. He mentally pleaded.

When she finally did, it was just fifteen minutes before her train arrived. Her eyes widened a little bit and Serkan turned on his heels, walking inside the station.

"Uhm, I need to use the restroom." Eda told her father.

"Now ? Babacim, the train's almost here, you can powder up in Mardin." He gently told her.

"No, I need to go now. I'll be quick." Eda excused herself.

A maid offered to come with her and she refused, telling her to keep her handbag instead and load her stuff properly and have her cabin ready should the train arrive.

Once inside the station and out of their view, Eda raced downstairs, to the washrooms and Serkan caught her arm, pulling her in a storing corner.

"Eda.." He breathed and she panted against him and pressed her lips to his desperately, holding his cheeks.

Serkan kissed her back, stroking her hair so tenderly and he could feel the wetness on her cheeks. He backed, both panting and cupped her cheeks, tenderly wiping her tears.

"I'll miss you so much. I love you." She sniffed and embraced him, hiding her face in his chest, taking him in a last time. She was no place better than his arms.

"Eda..oh Eda please don't cry like this. We'll see each other again. I promise." Serkan vowed unable to bear her soft sniffs as she clung to him.

He felt his own eyes sting but he reminded herself that he was here to make her hurt less, he could, and he would cry her later.

He held her back, rubbing her back and inhaling the sweet flowery scent of her hair.

"My sweet prences, don't you ever cry." He craddled, she was his little precious love. "Look at you, so well dressed, you wouldn't want to ruin your beautiful face. Come on, look at me, look at me." Serkan backed her and craddled her face, his thumbs stroking her chin.