Constantinople's Cherry

III - 29. Güvene Yok

Thankfully I had a lot written in drafts beforehand so here is a new update.

I am trying to speed up Part III honestly, with the lack of readers I think I want to complete this story as soon as possible.

Important : Previously mentionned trigger warning apply. This is LOOSELY based on historical facts but most is fictional, do not expect full accuracy. No offense to any group or nation.

Serkan's parts will be more explored in the next chapter, to know what's going on with him, I didn't have time to write it and I wanted to keep some parts as less graphic as possible, so they're short.

Good reading.

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Serkan's heart was absolutely broken, as he waited by the tree. Their tree. Where they had meals, snuggled, Eda's beautiful laugh echoed with the chirping of the trees. Tonight the air was hot, thick, there was no wind.

A tiny, very tiny piece of his heart still wanted to give her the benefit of doubt. His Eda couldn't do this to him. To Naïri ? She couldn't be this cruel.

And could she really fake her emotions to him for over two years ? Serkan's mind reeled. Hadn't she lied to her family for even longer ? Or maybe she hadn't. Maybe her family knew of her investement in the organisation all along, maybe Mustafa Yıldız had planted her there as spy on purpose, to get information and break down the Armenian resistance.

Come to think of it, after 1915's genocide, Eda was just sixteen. A child. Who the hell got engaged into an armed fighting organisation, against her entire family and society, at that age ? It wasn't even possible.

Serkan realised now, she had lied all along. And he had been such a fool, who believes stories of heroic sixteen years old girls ? Her tale was straight out a lie and he believed her, Naïri believed her.

Afterall, hadn't she hid her involvement in the organisation from him for over a year, why would she have, if she didn't have something to hide. To protect him ? Serkan didn't believe that nonsense anymore.

Everything, every step, every little thing pointed to her being guilty.

And the day Naïri died ? Ofcourse she was the one to first find her body, she knew exactly where it would be dumped.

Even her friends seemed shady to him, as a coincidence, Ceren completely disapeared shortly after Naïri's death, and Figen would have died on a mission ? How could he be sure of that, he had been in Paris when that happened. She might have just disapeared too and Eda orchestrated that entire drama with her crocodile tears to prompt him to come back.

Eda saw his silhouette under the tree, her throat burned as she ran climbed up the hill in fast strides.

Anger filled her insides, pain killing her every pore. Why had he done this ?? Taken her Baba and Ayaz. Eda felt her chest crack with her steps.

She understood Armenians' pain, she was compassionate since the begining, she always held him when he cried. Had he become so hateful and revengeful that he was like the modt extremist of Greek soldiers, ready to kill any and every innocent Turk in revenge ?

"Serkan Baltayan!" She called out and Serkan's head spinned.

His jaw tightened, she never shouted his full name like that outside, she knew it was dangerous, to reveal his Armenian identity. Was she revealing her true colours ? That she never cared about him at all ?

He turned to her, defiance in his eyes. "Eda, Yıldız." He insisted on her last name.

Her dress was still covered in dried blood, covered only with a shawl, her state itself attracted gazes, let alone her loudly calling for an Armenian.