Goal of my life | Kenan Yildiz

Not meant to be

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Today is my birthday and I treat you to this piece, which will not be the happiest.
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-"Nick?!" said I in surprise on the phone.
-'Hey, sorry if I woke you up. - He said gently. He was always so kind and caring.
-'No, I wasn't asleep.
-I know you weren't expecting me to call, but I came across the articles and when I saw you I was worried. How are you?
-I'm fine. - I said and felt my eyes water slightly. I felt helpless - Kenan wasn't ringing me and I didn't know what was happening. Everyone on the internet was against me and calling me all sorts of names.
-I can feel when you're sad. There's no need to hide.
I sniffled lightly and a few tears fell from my eyes.
-I'm in Turin on business. Would you like to meet tomorrow? - He asked me.
What? The man I didn't think I could love another for wanted to see me since he had seen me in the media.
-I'm at work. - I replied coldly
-I guess you'll be free on your lunch break. Let me take you out to lunch. - He insisted.
-Good. I'll send you the address in a message. - I said and hung up the phone.
This day was getting more and more confused and horrible.

I turned on the TV to distract myself a bit. And I was just saying to myself that it's a terrible day - it's already like a horror movie. A live show was on, and the guest was none other than Kenan Yildiz himself. He wasn't alone. Standing next to him was Karlotta. They were holding hands. It was like something stabbed me in the heart. "It's a PR relationship, it's a PR relationship..." I kept repeating in my mind, but it wasn't helping.
-It goes without saying that Karlotta and I are together. We're more in love than ever. - He said and smiled, -That photo was a misunderstanding. The woman in the car is a family friend.
That was the moment I turned off the TV.

Monday, 8 a.m.

I woke up, hoping that once I slept the pain in my heart would go away. It was even worse. Kenan never called me back. Maybe there really was something up with Karlotta, and I was just along for the fun.I had no time to waste. I had to get dressed and go to the gallery. I put on my floral short dress with a bare back and headed for the gallery.

Thank goodness I was swamped with work and partner meetings. I didn't have time to think about "you know who". I lost track of time.

-Belle. - I heard a familiar voice at the door behind me.I turned and saw Nick. He hadn't changed. His hair was messy and his eyes were deep and blue as the ocean. He smiled warmly at me.
-'Hello, Nick. Is it time for lunch yet? - I said worriedly. We hadn't seen each other in a very long time and I hadn't even prepared myself for a moment like this.
-You seem to be working a lot. - He laughed lightly, 'It's time for soil. Come on. - He prompted me in front of him.
He had parked his Mercedes cabrio in front.

The two of us sat in a small and cozy restaurant. We ordered pasta. It was so strange - me and him, us, together. He would always remain in my heart - our love was great and full of much passion. I don't even know what I feel for him right now. Have I already forgiven him for ditching me? I don't know.
-I know you didn't expect me to call you. But, Belle, I was really worried when I saw those articles. What's going on?
-Just a misunderstanding. Nothing much. - I replied. He didn't believe me.
-'I see, you don't want to tell me. At least tell me what's going on with you. You live and work here now?
-Yes, I manage my father's gallery.  I interrupted my studies in Amsterdam to come here.
-You look lovely. Obviously, doing what you love reflects very well on you. - He smiled at me.I nodded and blushed slightly at his compliment.
-What about you? What's going on with you? - I asked him. I wanted to know if he had a girlfriend, but I didn't have the courage to ask him directly, or at least I didn't want to find out the answer.
-I am overloaded with work. I travel quite often. Tomorrow I go to Florence, and then I go to Madrid. Everything is quite dynamic.
We chatted some more. Honestly, the tension between us dropped and I relaxed in front of him like we were old friends.
It was time to go back to the gallery. He drove me there and waved me goodbye. I, in turn, smiled at him.

That evening I was home alone again. I poured myself a glass of wine, I wasn't hungry. I sat on a chair in the kitchen and stared out the window. Kenan still hadn't called me. What was going on?

I felt my phone beep.
*text message "Kenan: We can't see each other anymore.