Constantinople's Cherry

Part III - sneak peak

A lot of Part III is already written, and I thought maybe I should give you guys a little teaser, as much as I can without major spoilers.

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"Are you out of your mind! I helped since the very first hour! I was still freaking seventeen then, you don't even know the risks I took! How can you doubt me ? Me Serkan ??" Eda watched him with shock and tears marring her eyes.

"I wish you suffer Eda Yıldız, may you, and your people, suffer forever. May you never know happiness in the palace you have build on the foundations of my people's bones and painted with my people's blood." Serkan said with spite, pain and tears all over his face.

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She rose and banged the heavy crystal vase on the marble table, breaking it in big pieces. But because it wasn't enough, she crushed the pieces with her closed fist again and again in pained rage. Her hand stinged terribly, skin burning but it only fueled her rage. Anything to transfer the pain she felt in her chest to elsewhere. anything to purge her heart from serkan.

"Eda Hanim! Eda Hanim what are you doing ??" Melek cried out running towards her in horror.

She grabbed her bleeding fists full of piercing pieces of crystal. "Leave me!! Get out of here, leave me alone!!" Eda shouted in pained rage and Melek tried to hold her by her waist to drag her away from the table as she crushed her fists to the broken pieces of crystal again.

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What Serkan felt, was exile. True exile. The separation of one's self from it's true home. Creating a sense of loss and sadness that could never be surmounted.

Exile felt like a long and constant winter, like the cold snow he walked through, the harsh breeze, unprotected from which, he shivered in. A winter in which the pathos of summer and autumn, and the potential of spring, are nearby, but unobtainable¹.

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I will iron all your dresses. Please take care of yourself again. I will leave all your favorite food for the new cooks. I'll miss you." Melo said in farewell, getting no reaction.

She rose, turning with the metal tray under her arms and begining to walk from the room.

Eda closed her eyes at the scent of the warm toasts. "Melek." She called.

Melek turned, surprise on her face. "Yes ? Can I do anything else for you Eda Hanim ?" She asked instantly.

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Eda felt the wave of nausea hit her again, the idea of someone else touching her still repuling her to the core. After everything, her body still remembered Serkan Baltayan's touches with welcoming familiarity, and rejected the idea of any other man's touch.

She heaved again, emptying the contents of her already empty stomach. Acidity filling her throat.

She sat back, panting and taking a towel, wetting it with cold water and holding it to her forehead. She breathed at the strange sensation she felt.

And a frown of realisation hit her, her eyes widened. She had missed at least two months of periods. She panted heavier and looked at herself in the mirror.

"Hayir..." She looked down at her middle and anguish filled her.

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He had been such a fool, only remembering the innocent sixteen years old he had once met. He didn't even imagine adult Eda would play such a cruel game with him. Use him so mercilessly.

Serkan Baltayan hated Eda Yıldız, she repulsed him to the core. She mentally became the symbol of her evil people in his mind, even if he had always detached her from them, foolishly believing she was different. She catalysed all his hate now.