BEFORE THE SNOWDROPS DIED

CHAPTER 2

CHAPTER 2

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"You can only recognize the enemy by entering his lair."

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27.05.2023

I was old enough not to feel the lashes on my soul anymore.

Not many could understand what it meant to have a homeless soul. Only I and those who had grown too big to care about the blows to their heart could understand me.

I felt as if I had lost my identity.

I didn't think I could find my own self as long as I lived in this house.

Atlas had ruined my life. He had not only taken my freedom, he had taken my self.

Soul thieves.

With my eyes on the tea cup in my hand, I heard her worried voice.

"Kardelen, are you okay?"

Damn man, was he asking so shamelessly?

I didn't react or try to speak as I took my eyes off the cup and glared at him.

My eyes wandered around his expressionless face for a while. His face, which had never smiled, was the same now. With his furrowed brow and dark brown eyes, he looked worried and yet uncaring.

Could a person carry so much emotion in his eyes?

Atlas Yıldırım carried all kinds of emotions in his eyes.

I took a sip of my tea, ignoring him.

I was not well.

How could I be okay?

I had been here for 9 days and I had only been out once. I had already tried to escape the day he took me out and failed.

At first the failure hurt. But I didn't even care about failure anymore.

For a while I wondered when I had become such a reckless person.

Since I grew up?

Really, did growing up mean not caring?

Not caring.

The presence of this word in my vocabulary had been with me since childhood and would probably remain with me for eternity.

I was just focusing on my food when I heard his voice again.

"What's wrong? Do you have a headache? Do you want me to get you some medicine or something?"

Why wouldn't this man shut up? I hated that he was even talking.

He had woken me up early in the morning and made me sit down for breakfast. I was trying to eat in case he would shut up, but he wouldn't let me do that either.

If he would just shut up, everything would be solved.

I raised my hands and started speaking in my own language.

"If you set me free, maybe I can get better."

I realized he hadn't physically hurt me, hence my relaxed demeanor.

But I was still afraid.

What if one day he tried to hurt me because of my behavior?

In any case, it was better to stay calm. This man was unpredictable.