Unexpectedly yours

Shattered Illusions

The restaurant buzzed with quiet conversation and clinking glasses, but the only sound I could hear was my own racing heartbeat. Kenan’s angry words echoed in my mind as I pushed open the door and stepped into the cool evening air. I couldn't stay there any longer, not after everything that had just happened.

I walked briskly down the sidewalk, the city lights blurring through the tears welling in my eyes. How had it come to this? We were supposed to be a team, pretending for the sake of appearances, but it felt like we had lost control of the script.

The further I walked, the heavier my heart felt. Our fight had been intense, filled with accusations and misunderstandings that had been simmering beneath the surface. I replayed the argument in my mind, wincing at the memory of our harsh words. Why did he have to be so infuriating? And why did I let him get under my skin so easily?

I found myself at the edge of a small park and decided to sit on a bench, needing a moment to collect myself. The night air was cool against my flushed cheeks, a stark contrast to the warmth inside the restaurant. I took a deep breath, trying to steady my emotions.

I needed to figure out what to do next. We couldn't keep fighting like this, not if we were going to convince everyone of our supposed relationship. But more than that, I couldn't keep letting Kenan affect me so deeply. This fake relationship was starting to feel too real, and I wasn’t sure how to handle it.

As I sat there, watching the city move around me, I realized something had to change. I just wasn’t sure how to make that happen.

The city seemed to move at a different pace tonight, slower somehow, as if it too were weighed down by the heaviness in my heart. I watched as couples strolled by, their laughter and easy conversation a stark reminder of what Kenan and I were supposed to be faking. I envied their simplicity, their genuine connection.

As the minutes ticked by, my thoughts grew clearer. I couldn’t deny the truth any longer—this wasn’t just about pretending anymore. Somewhere along the way, my feelings for Kenan had shifted, becoming tangled and confused.
time to cool down and reflect on what had happened.

As I sat there, lost in thought, my phone buzzed in my pocket. I pulled it out, half expecting a message from Kenan, but it was Elif.

"Are you okay?" her text read.

I hesitated before typing back, "Just had a rough night. I'll be fine."

Elif's reply was immediate. "Do you want to talk about it? I'm here for you."

I smiled faintly at her concern. "Maybe tomorrow. Just need some time to think."

After sending the message, I slipped my phone back into my pocket and leaned back on the bench. The park, with its softly lit pathways and gentle rustling of leaves, offered a rare moment of peace. It was a stark contrast to the chaos of my emotions.

The truth was, I didn't know how to navigate these new feelings for Kenan. What started as a fake relationship was becoming increasingly real to me, and that terrified me. I didn't know how he felt—if he felt anything at all beyond the need to maintain our ruse.

With a deep breath, I stood up and started walking again, letting the rhythmic motion of my steps calm my racing mind. I needed to figure out a way to mend things between us, to find a way back to the tentative truce we had before tonight.

Tomorrow, I'd reach out to Kenan. We needed to talk, to clear the air and find common ground. But for now, I needed to get home, to find some semblance of comfort and stability in familiar surroundings