SPAWNS OF ABOMINATION

CHAPTER 8 - MEETING WITH EKİN

With a quick glance around to ensure no one was watching, I paid my bill and rushed to Ekin's workplace. I leaned against the bar, greeted Ekin with a kiss on one cheek, and asked for a strong drink. While sipping my whiskey, I recounted the day's events in detail. Ekin was particularly intrigued by the 'glass incident', which I found surprising myself. I had to establish a connection to avoid being labeled a creep. Hmm...

"Hmm..."

"Yes, why did you take the glass, Miraç?"

"Based on my previous experiences, I can't say I'm very hopeful, but I think I'll succeed this time, Ekin. I can feel it. And this girl is truly different. She has a unique energy, a power that both repels and allures. I don't think she's even aware of it herself, but it's incredibly strong, I know it. I have no idea how I'll find her again or how we'll cross paths. My brain is about to explode from thinking about it. I can't fail this time," I declared.

The glass?" Ekin repeated, emphasizing the word.

"Maybe its energy, or something... There must be a reason, I don't know..." I replied. Upon hearing my words, Ekin began thoughtfully rubbing the glass in her hand. It was clear she was about to do something. She took a deep breath, the deepest she could manage, and then quickly placed the object on the counter. Her eyes were fixed on the ceiling, her cheeks puffed out like pufferfish. What could she possibly tell me about that girl?

"Don't give up, keep going," she said and continued, "I think you'll meet her. After all, you've never reached this stage with any of them, not even in your dreams. Maybe it's a sign, don't dwell on it too much. Clear your head a bit, I think the intensity of your thoughts isn't good for you. In fact..." she said, pausing and taking my whiskey glass back in her hand, "...you should go home, take a nice long shower, and go to bed," she advised. I followed her advice, left the bar, and headed home.

After a warm, relaxing, and somewhat lengthy shower, I realized how tired I was and went to bed. As I laid my head on the pillow, I thought to myself.

What did all this mean? "Why me?" I asked myself.

Then I remembered her deep 'green eyes'; I was now calling the girl that. She was different, really. The intensity I felt when I saw her in the flesh was strange. It was also interesting. And even though I didn't want to admit it, it scared me a little, to be honest. As I was deep in thought, my eyelids began to descend over my eyes like a curtain. What could I do, I pulled the covers over me and turned to my side and fell asleep.

"Ah, right... But who did I tell all this to and why?"

"As sleep continues to beckon, one ends up writing their own story in their head. I should have written it down on paper... Why the hell didn't I think of that before? My last idea was super, I think... But...The story is over. Damn!"