Kenan Yildiz - You Don't Always Get A Second Chance

Chp. 21

It's messy. It's desperate. It's needy.

It's so Kenan.

It's so us that, for a fleeting moment, I forget that anything is wrong. The anger, the heartbreak, the endless cycle of pushing and pulling—it all dissolves, leaving only this.
Only him.
Only me.

His lips move against mine with a raw urgency, as though he's afraid I'll slip away if he stops. His hands tighten around me, holding me like I'm something he can't bear to lose. And for the life of me, I don't fight it.
I should.
I know I should.

But the way his touch sets my skin alight, the way his breath hitches as if he's holding back tears—everything about it pulls me under like a tide I can't resist.

This is Kenan.

The Kenan who drives me to the edge of reason and drags me right back to him every time. The Kenan who makes me forget every rational thought the moment his lips are on mine.

My fingers curl into his hair, pulling him closer, deeper, as if I can't get enough. And I can't. Not now. Maybe not ever.

But somewhere, in the back of my mind, a voice whispers—a sharp reminder of the pain, the late nights of waiting, the excuses and the empty promises. It claws at the edges of this moment, trying to pull me back to reality.

"Kenan," I murmur against his lips, my voice shaky, unsure.

"Don't pull away from me. Not now. Please," Kenan whispers, his forehead pressed against mine.

For a moment, I'm caught in the storm of his words, his touch. But then he speaks again, and everything shatters.

"I know I've messed up," he says, his voice still low, his breath warm against my skin. "But you and me, Bella... we'll always come back to each other. That's just who we are. You can't fight it. You know you'll forgive me."

I freeze, his words slicing through the haze of emotion like ice water to my face.
"What?" I pull back, pushing against his chest until there's space between us. "What the hell did you just say?" I lower myself from his body, with a silent thud.

He blinks, confused, his hands still hovering on my hips like he's afraid to let me go. "I just meant—Bella, come on. You know us. We always figure it out. You'll forgive me. You always do."

The audacity of his words hits me like a punch to the gut, the anger that's been simmering beneath the surface finally boiling over. I've had enough. Not this time Kenan.

"You THINK I'll forgive you?" I spit, my voice rising. "You KNOW I'll forgive you? Like it's just a given? Like I'm some fool who'll take whatever scraps you decide to throw my way?"

"Bella, that's not what I meant," he stammers, his hands reaching for me again.
I slap them away, stepping back until my heels hit the edge of the couch. "No, Kenan. That's exactly what you meant. You think you can come in here, drunk and pathetic, whispering apologies, and I'll just... what? Forget everything? Pretend like none of it ever happened?"

"Bella—"

"No!" I yell, my voice trembling with the force of my anger. "You don't get to do this! You don't get to waltz into my life, say a few pretty words, kiss me, and act like that's enough! I am DONE being your safety net, Kenan. I am done letting you think you can break me and put me back together whenever it suits you! I'm not just some side chick you can use Kenan!"

He looks stunned, his mouth opening and closing like he's trying to find the right thing to say. But there's nothing. Damn right.

"You need to leave," I say, my voice cold now, resolute. "Get out of my house, Kenan." I say walking towards him in a cold and dangerous manner, causing him to stammer backwards.