Behind Her Walls

Chapter 9

"No. No, you can't do that!" I laughed throwing my cards on the table as he danced around the room. We were playing an old traditional card game, he was winning.

No, he was cheating.

"Buraak, you can't take that card, that's not how the game works," I complained and he just laughed at me shaking his head. "There's no way I'm loosing to you! You just learned how to play..." My complaints soon turned to laughs as I watched him dance in victory.

"I guess I'm just better," Buraak teased me with an evil grin. "Maybe I'll teach you how to win someday," I glared at him before laughing along with him. I looked out the window, raindrops still poured from the sky. It's been two nights with Buraak, I have to admit, it has been the best two nights of my life.

All we do is laugh and play childish games, we even had a cartoon marathon last night. Somehow I felt as if I knew this stranger, that this man in front of me has been with me for years. When we've only known each other for exactly 1 week since it's Friday.

Tomorrow is the Fall Ball, and to say I'm excited and anxious is an understatement. This whole week I've been helping my father's party planners plan everything. I made sure everything is perfect. From the lighting to the guest list.

And now all I have to do is wake up and deal with the chaotic makeup and hair crew tomorrow. Buraak didn't seem as excited as I was, I don't think that he's the type to go to parties. Or maybe he doesn't know what our balls are really like.

I suggested we relax for a bit and he agreed, it was only 7:00 pm but it felt super late. "Let's go to my room, it's the coziest spot," I said as I led us up the marble stairs. Buraak agreed silently, he was in his quieter mood. The mood where he didn't say shit and just watched me, trying to predict my past.

I laid on my bed, letting the comforter swallow me up. Buraak looked around my room before his eyes landed on a small shimmering piece of jewelry that sat on my nightstand. A diamond wedding ring.

I sat up and picked the small cold piece up, I smiled at it softly as the memories my father shared with me engulfed my mind. It was the only piece of my mother I had, the only memory I was given of her.

"It was my mother's," I whispered softly with a sad smile. Buraak immediately looked sympathetic, I didn't want him to say the two words I constantly heard. But he did anyway, "I'm sorry."

I looked up into his eyes, "don't be," I softly said with a smile. "You know, I barely know anything about you." I placed the ring back on the table and waited for Buraak to sit down. Which he did, "you never asked anything."

I grabbed a blanket and began to cover him with it before I got underneath it. He quietly thanked me. "Let's take turns asking each other questions," I suggested and he agreed before thinking twice.

"But it has to be real questions, I hate questions like 'what's your favorite color?'" He added and I couldn't hold back my quiet laugh. I agreed with his words, "yea, point made. Also, we have to be completely honest, and we can ask anything."

The Turkish man agreed and soon after I started playing music in the built-in speakers, we began to play our new game. "Have you ever fell in love?" Was the first question I asked. The strange boy looked away from my eyes and up at the ceiling, "yes, but I was a young stupid boy."

I nodded slowly, understanding what he meant. When we're young, we feel like just the smallest bit of attraction is love. When now, three years later I realize that love is the most confusing thing on earth. Attractions are the smallest bit of the equation.

"What would you change if you went back in time?" Buraak asked as his eyes made their way to my eyes. I didn't have to think about it, "I would never have gone to France that year." If I hadn't gone I wouldn't have met Axel, I wouldn't have been so hurt. But that also meant I wouldn't have given up on being pure and a virgin. I would be the old me, the one who was afraid and weak.

"But I don't know, if that hadn't of happened, I wouldn't be the same person I am today," I said thoughtfully. Buraak also thought about it, a few moments of silence filling up my room. "Either way, you'd be amazing." He finally said. I looked back into his eyes, I felt my heart squeeze a bit, he's so perfect.

"Your favorite memory?" I asked. He looked at me blankly before he looked around the room. After a few seconds, he smiled and looked at me, his smile was so contagious. "I met this amazing girl one time, and she called me a bitch when I tried to get close. She was threatened by our connection at first sight," he explained and I just tilted my head.

The pits of my stomach burned as he explained the next part, "she's by far the most beautiful girl I've ever known. And even after everything she's seen, she smiles and laughs." My heartbeat quickened as jealousy filled me up like hot tea in a cold cup. But I hid it all behind my walls.

"She sounds strong," I mumbled, the disappointment cracking through my walls. His eyes put on a mask of amusement as if they mocked my emotions, he just stared at me. I looked away and distracted myself with the rain outside.

I tried to control the burning feeling that has now spread everywhere, but for some reason, I couldn't. "You would know," he laid down more on his back, getting cozier. I looked down at him questioningly. "It's you, meeting you is one of my favorite memories," Buraak explained.

My cheeks heated and I couldn't help but smile. All I could do is smile, he let out a chuckle. "Come here beautiful," Buraak spread out his arms. After a few seconds of consideration, I laid beside him. Placing my head on his hard chest.

One of my favorite songs started to play, the timing was unbelievably perfect. Buraak stayed quiet as he listened to the amazing song.

"You touch me and it's almost like we knew
That there will be history between us two
We knew someday that we would have regrets
But we just ignored them the night we met
We just dance backwards into each other
Trying to keep our feelings secretly covered
You touch me and it's almost like we knew
That there will be history"

I thought about the lyrics, it explained us so perfectly. My mind began to wander to the day Buraak and I met, the feelings I felt when I looked into his eyes. How it felt when I touched him. And how he saw right through me, how he knew I was hurt before I even told him.

"I wish I could make the time stop
So we could forget everything and everyone
I wish that the time would line up
So we could just give in to what we want"

The words found their way back into my mind, tuning me back into the world. I felt Buraak's arms tighten around my waist, a small kiss was placed on my head. I felt my heart beat a million miles an hour. Once again, I was in Buraak and Ameera's world. In our world, it was just us, alone and safe.

"Do you think you'll ever fall in love again?" Buraak asked, I let my hands rub on his chest as I thought about his question. The little voice in my head yelled "no! No, Ameera! Don't feel for him, don't give in!"

But my heart said exactly what I told him: "I think I'm already falling in love." He didn't say anything, he probably fell asleep. He's sleeping in my bed, Buraak is holding me in his arms. The arms I thought I'd never let myself fall into, the arms of the man who made me feel so much in just one week.

Just as I fell into a dark sleep, I heard him whisper, "I think I already fell." I couldn't react, for I was trapped in a world in between reality and imagination. But the electricity didn't fail to run through my veins.