Moonlight 💫

~Chapter 3~

Ates never wanted to go back to his hometown; he never wanted to go back where he once called home, but when his mother called him, he knew he had to go back and be by her side.

Ates detested how familiar the road was; he could still recall it from yesterday. Until today, he had no idea how similar the roads were.

Upon arriving at the Mansion, Ates's mother greeted him with the largest hug when he stepped out of the car. She and his brothers had been waiting for him with a smile. He had missed her as much as she had, in all honesty.
His brothers gave him hugs to greet him as well. He was delighted to see those friendly, warm faces.

The next thing Ates detested was seeing his grandfather, Omer Gulsoy, the patriarch of the family and the reason he had avoided returning to the mansion.

The man in question said, "My Grandson has returned." As Ates approached him, he realized he was no longer the terrified, defenseless little boy he was once was at the sight of the elderly man ; all of the memories from his childhood were returning to him, making him feel ill. Nevertheless, he eventually approached him and greeted him gently.

Ates disliked several things, one of which was parties, not for any special reason, but because he despised the loudness and the urge to socialize as he was an introvert. Needing some fresh air, he made his way to the garden, hoping for some alone time without being asked why he hadn't returned all those years.

As he approached the benches, he observed that someone was already sitting there. He was just about to walk away when he heard his name.

-"Ates?" The quiet voice spoke. Why did his name sound so pleasant in her voice?

He turned around to face her, and there she was: "Feraye Yilmaz." Of course she'd be here; they were neighbors after all. Ates couldn't stop thinking about how stunning she looked in her white silk dress ,the last time he saw her. She was barely a teenager at the time, but she's all grown up now. He didn't expect her to stay in town after all these years; he assumed she'd be spending her life in Istanbul, as was her dream.

He was still buried in contemplation when she spoke again.

"It really is you," she remarked, smiling. She undoubtedly was very beautiful, he thought. He couldn't find his words. Why couldn't he find his words?
He felt it unusual that a woman he hadn't seen in so long had that type of affect on him. "Feraye" was all he could say to her, and she smiled at him. "How can someone look so beautiful?" he wondered.

- "Feraye, there are more guests to serve; why are you not inside?" They both looked up in discomfort as the voice came from the opposite side of the garden.

"I've got to go. "It's so good to see you again," she murmured before leaving. He smiled while watching her walk away. Perhaps his stay here will not be too horrible after all.

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