SEVGILI - MY BELOVED ONE

PART 11

"Sen Benim Bu İnsanlık Dışı Dünyada Koruyucumsun"

Author

Tomorrow will be the last day for the submission of the assignment. Everyone were busy discussing and checking their presentations. Half of the class was in library to make their assignments perfect and Zyla and Daniel were also busy in doing their assignments which almost got finished.

"Phew....! Finally it's over", Daniel said stretching his back and moving his neck from left to right. "Don't forget the last part is missing and don't worry I'll be doing it since you contributed your time alot which is a big deal for you", Zyla said standing up and collecting her things. "And listen don't be absent tomorrow. I'M WARNING YOU!", she said walking away from him.

Zyla was on her way to find the missing part for their assignment. She looked at the sky and the clouds were gloomy and it looked like it could rain in afternoon. She them remembered that she had to attend a language class, so she made her way towards the class.

It was already past 12 in the afternoon and Zyla made her way towards library in hurry as it was raining heavily. She hurried towards the 'D' Block of the university where the library is located while her classes were in 'B' Block. She entered 'C' Block as all her clothes were drenched in rain and there was a hallway connecting 'C' and 'D' Block. The hallway was empty as most students use it rarely and directly enter 'D' Block and there was no light as the only source of ligh was sunlight but the gloomy clouds made the hallway looked more darker and scarier. The rain hit the glass panes of the window making a loud noise which was echoing in the whole hallway. She slowly took the steps forward and was ready for any circumstances. And then there was a loud thunderstorm which made her flinch. She kept walking and walking and the hallway doesn't seem to end quickly. The noises of the rain splashing on the window were becoming loud and there were continuous thunderstorms.

By hearing all these her mind kept reminding her of that horrible night. She ignored her memories and kept walking. It was raining heavily just like that night and the thunderstorms were also loud. She calmed herself but it was getting worse like her mind is forcing her to remember that night. She recited all the Qur'an surahs she know but it wasn't helping. Tears were flowing from her eyes no matter how much she wiped it it kept coming making her vision blurry. She wanted to keep herself steady but she cannot. Her past trauma is coming back.. At last she stopped walking and sat while taking support of the wall and kept crying. She cannot flight with herself and it was making her exhausted day by day and it was getting worse. There us no one whom she could rely on. Not even her parents took her support, they just wanted what was good for themselves.

Daniel

Everyone where on the way towards their home and me and Duruk with other friends were chatting. It was raining heavily and I love riding bikes in rain. The way it soothes my every nerve no matter how stressed I am. The cold water falling on my face give me another type of peace. I say on my bike and started it and saw that Zyla's car was still there. This girl always overworks herself. I offed  the bike and made my way towards the library. The only place she loves because she is surrounded by books and books are her first love.

I stopped in the hallway that connected 'C' and 'D' Block. I don't know but my guts told me to go that way. In the middle of the hallway near the wall sat her girl and I could hear her muffled cries. I walked towards her while turning on the torch from my phone, the more closer I get towards her she looked more familiar, so I took fast steps towards her and saw Zyla. I kneeled in front of her and tears were flowing from her eyes making them red from continuous crying. This is the first time I saw her in this state because she never let's anyone see her vulnerable state. The moment she saw me she hugged me immediately and making me shocked. After hugging me she started crying even more

After few minutes she calmed down but she didn't leave me, she kept her head on my chest, I could still hear her sobbings. I made her sit in the nearby bench and I went to bring her a water bottle but she grabbed my shirt sleeves and said don't leave which I think couldn't her if the place wasn't so quiet. She kept her head low and I knew she was embarrassed to meet my gaze because of that hug. I kneeled in front of her and saw her eyes were red and puffy, and her nose was also red.

She stood up after completely calming herself. She just looked in my eyes. He eyes were soft and sad and there was something else, it seemed like she was broken and wanted someone to love her, to support her and be with her in her worst times. She broke the eye contact and took her bag. "Zyla let me drop you", I said. "No, I still have to do that project thing", she said in a low tune. "Its okay I'll do it by myself, you go home and take rest", I said while her bag from her hand. She didn't say anything and walked behind me.

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"How are you going home now?", she asked when I gave her cars keys back. "Duruk will pick me up, you just go inside and rest and about that project thing dont worry I'll handle everything", I said. She nodded her head and went inside.

Zyla

I entered the house which was silent and indicating that no one is home. I switched on some lights in the living room. I called the maid and got to know that my parents have gone out for some business and won't be coming till a week. Then I told her to go back to her house as there was nothing to do in here. After that I went straight towards my bedroom and lie down on the bed thinking of today. I shouldn't have hugged him like that. But it felt safe with him. The way he cared for me and was there till I calmed myself. He is someone which I always wanted in my life. And tomorrow I should tell both Thank you and sorry to him. The moment I hugged him I just forget about that trauma and he felt like a home which I couldn't feel even though I live with my parents. And for now I should get my mind off from this. So I did my wadhu and started the Salah which always gives me mental peace, strength and courage to face my life and with this trauma.