Soul [Complete]

Five

I feel an overwhelming eagerness to read the letter, but I want to savor it in a moment of true tranquility. So, I decide to wait for the most serene time of all—the night. As the world outside settles into a quiet hush, I know that only then will I be able to fully appreciate whatever secrets the letter holds.

My Only Angel,

I didn't know light until I knew you. I prayed for the emptiness, the hollow deathly feeling to go away. And then you come along out of nowhere. You saved me. The nervous quiet girl at the bookstore. The second I laid eyes on you, I was captivated. You reminded me of a tiny little caterpillar, tucked away in your cocoon and hiding your true beauty from the world.

You told me once that you felt invisible. That's impossible Angel because I see you. I see you in the sunrise, the way the colors stretch across the horizon. I see you in the stars, showing me that the depths I lose myself in you are boundless, infinite and eternal. My heart is yours until I take my last breath. I see you Angel, and I will show you every day for all of my existence, and even after that, what you mean to me. Today I make you mine and you make me better. You will never be invisible to me. How could you? You're the only one I see.

My hands almost shake uncontrollably. My breathing stops as I read the letter. I read it a dozen times or more, each time finding something incredibly new in it. How can someone love a human being so deeply? I flip the envelope to find an address. It's a beach house.

I start feeling sick again. The words on that paper repeat themselves in my brain, and the butterflies in my stomach flutter so intensely that instead of running toward the beach house, I should be flying.

My heart races as I stand before the beach house, the envelope's words echoing in my mind. I try to prepare myself for what awaits inside, but the raw emotion of Emir's letter overwhelms me. I reach out, hesitating for a moment before knocking gently on the door. It creaks open slowly, and I am greeted by the soft glow of interior lights. A figure emerges from the shadows, and I take a deep breath, my heart pounding in my chest. It's Emir, his expression a mix of surprise and something deeper—hope, maybe.

"You came," he says softly, his voice carrying a warmth that makes my heart ache.

"I needed to see you," I reply, stepping inside. The beach house is cozy and inviting, with a breathtaking view of the ocean stretching out beyond the large windows.

Emir leads me to a comfortable sitting area, where we both take a seat. I look into Emir's eyes, noticing the moisture gathering there. "Were you crying?" I ask softly.

He shakes his head. "No," he replies, his voice steady but strained.

I lean in closer, searching his face for the truth. "Are you sure?" I ask again, my voice gentle.

He takes a deep breath, his gaze dropping to the floor. "I was feeling sick," he finally admits. "I miss my wife. Seven years, and I never left her alone for even a second. We worked at the same place, and spent every moment together. You're her but not her."

"I know I'm not her.....YET. But I am Hayaat Kaya. And I'm sorry you're stuck here because of me."

"You?" he asked, startled.

I nod and look down. "I shouldn't have wished for love. I should have just waited. Universe had your name placed beside mine already. I should have just waited."

Sitting on the couch, Emir is staring at the floor, lost in his emotions. I can't bear to see him like this. I sit down on my knees to face him. "Emir, please don't cry," I whisper softly.

I quickly give him a hug, wrapping my arms around his shoulders. His body tenses for a moment before he relaxes into my embrace. I can feel the warmth of his skin, the steady beat of his heart against my chest. His arms slowly come up to encircle me, holding me tightly as if afraid to let go.