"Aww, my teddy is my best friend," five-year-old Azra whispered, hugging her toys close.
"I'll never leave you, Bunny Poo," she giggled, unaware of the shadow lurking just outside her door.
In the dim light, someone watched Azra, his breath heavy, his hands clenching into fists, nails digging into his skin.
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"Mama...Papa..." Little Azra sobbed uncontrollably in her room, trembling under her blanket.
"Sofiee, what’s wrong?" her mother rushed in, pulling her into a comforting embrace. "What happened, sweetheart?"
"Bunny Poo... he’s... he’s..." Azra choked on her words, her tiny frame shaking as she pointed to the corner.
Azra's mother followed her gaze, and her blood ran cold. "Ahmet! Ahmet!"
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"She is no more. Sorry," the doctor said, his voice heavy with regret.
Alihan's world shattered in an instant. The words echoed in his mind, but he refused to accept them. Without a moment's hesitation, he sprinted towards the ward, his desperation overpowering anyone who tried to stop him.
"Azra!" Alihan's voice was raw, filled with anguish, desperation, and a depth of emotion that he could no longer hide.
His eyes were bloodshot, reflecting the turmoil within him. Azra, barely conscious, looked up at him, her own eyes wide with confusion and faint recognition.
Before she could comprehend, Alihan reached her, grabbing her hand and pulling her into a fierce embrace, his body trembling with a mixture of relief and fear.
"You are alive," he whispered, his voice choked with emotion, pressing her tighter against him.
"Ye...yes," Azra managed to say, her voice weak, as she clung to him, feeling the intensity of his emotions envelop her.
"What's happened?" Azra asked, her voice barely audible.
"You... don't remember?" Omer said, entering the room, his concern evident.
"Leave her, Alihan. Let her breathe," Burak teased, trying to lighten the heavy atmosphere.
Alihan, realizing the force of his embrace, reluctantly loosened his grip, his hands lingering on her shoulders, his touch still possessive and protective. He stepped back slightly, his eyes never leaving her face.
Azra's cheeks flushed a deep red, feeling the weight of his gaze and the intimacy of the moment. She looked down, her heart pounding in her chest.
Azra's voice trembled as she recounted the incident. "I just opened the fridge to grab something, and then suddenly... there was an explosion. After that... I don't remember anything."
