Constantinople's Cherry

II - 24. Yolun sonu

Disclaimer : Mentions of violence, rape, murders, ethnic cleansing, graphic description of harm, torture, possible important character death. This is a work of fiction losely based on Historical facts, with its own creative liberties. No insult, blame, or offense is implied toward any real dead or alive figure, nor towards any group of people or nation.

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Late August 1922, Paris.

Serkan missed Eda's voice the most, he told himself these days. He knew very rich households, ministers and the militaries had phones. A technology that could erase distance by connecting one voice to the other.

He wished he could hear Eda's voice. It was warm, it was very beautiful and precious in itself to him. A familiar beloved melody. And what he missed the most was her laugh, her giggles, a sound that touched his heart and filled him with unexplainable joy.

If there was one day a technology that could encapsulate her voice, it would be the most useful thing on the planet to him.

He missed talking to her, about anything, the weather, little nothings. Just having a connection with her. On some days, he found himself writing short sentences on pages of papers.

"My beautiful Eda, I miss you."

"The weather is very nice today, the sun is shining in the sky. Why is it that people feel happier on sunny days ? For me, they're days like other, maybe because my sun is not with me, and I haven't seen her in months. It's a long, cold, dark path without you. My existence itself is void of sunshine without you, my love."

"Sometimes, on my way to work, I have to pass by the Samaritaine. It's one of those big fancy temple of fashion that Parisian wealthy women rush and buzz around, they remind me of you. Today, like always, in every outfit in a showcase window, I see you. You're so beautiful, that you would enhence the outfits' beauty, not the other way around."

"I miss you a lot. Since I lost my mother, only squeezing you tight in my arms has brought me the confort her arms used to bring me. I miss you Eda."

"It's crazy how much you worry about my life, but I do about yours too. I never express it, I never say it. But these days, images haunt my sleep. I hope you're not on a dangerous mission, I hope you're alright. The news from Turkey are terrible. I sometimes find myself selfishly thinking I hope you have quit by now, but at the same time I find pride knowing inside my heart you won't, and then, the fears just doubles even more."

"You have beautiful hands, did I ever tell you that ? I miss your hands in mine, my beloved. They fit so perfectly and holding them sooth my heart. Maybe like holding their teddy tight soothes a child."

"I miss your eyes too, your big doe eyes, dark chocolate when you're angry, caramel when you're happy, your gaze is so captivating Eda, I could spend a lifetime admiring it. You came in my dream last night, or maybe it was early morning, and you were just looking at me, with your usual look full of love and fondness, you know your eyes have the power to make me melt, do you ? It made me miss you even more, I miss you, I love you."

"And your smile ? My love, your smile is my everything. My heart is aching right now just thinking about it. When you smile, grin, giggle or laugh Eda, I think the vibrations directly grip strings of my heart. I never want you to stop laughing and giggling even on silly things. I hope to see you old, all silly and beyhond reason, and still giggling for no purpose like you do. I hope I still will be funny enough to make you laugh, that you won't be bored by my useless sense of humour. I miss your laugh. Much more than anything else."