“Well if you live in my heart
You're the vision in my soul
Now I feel so alone
Like I’m losing control
But here's to you”
"All Comes Down" by Kodaline is the song for this section. I like how it starts off simple and solemn, then it builds in complexity and becomes happy and hopeful.
-Him-
It started out slow and a little awkward, but they began texting every day, just telling each other the inane things they were doing. He got medical updates from her now, but he still let Leyla and Emre be his messengers because he could see it made them happy to talk to each other. She got her wrist brace off a few days ago and she would have her ankle boot off soon too. She said that she moved back to her own room because she could move around much better now.
Was it really almost April? On one hand the time seemed to fly, he was keeping himself busy until late at the agency almost every night. But on the other hand, time seemed to slow to a crawl. He still hadn’t seen her since their brief encounter at the hospital, and that was weeks ago. She sent him selfies every day, and he had hundreds of pictures of her on his laptop, but it wasn’t enough.
He was trying to be a better man, a more patient man. He had good intentions, he really did. But he was also dying a little inside.
Two nights ago she actually called him. It was pretty late at night for her so she must have waited until her family was asleep to talk to him. He was so shocked to see her name on the screen while the phone was ringing (not just a ping) that he didn’t answer it for a second. Her voice was soft and shy and it was nearly his undoing. He was actually thankful to be stuck in the office that night, because if he was in his bedroom when she called his thoughts would have wandered even further down an inappropriate path than they already had.
He didn’t dare call her, no matter how much he wanted to. He didn’t want to call at an inconvenient time or when her family would hear, so best to let her initiate.
But the next night she texted that she couldn’t call. Her parents were still awake, bickering in their room down the hall.
Now it was after 10pm and she hadn’t called, or texted to say she couldn’t. She hadn’t messaged him very much today either.
He was pacing back and forth from his en suite bathroom to his desk in his room. He felt like a lion, caged for far too long.
Ping!
Hey. Sorry I haven’t sent you my selfie for the day. Mom took me to the doctor to get my boot off and it took forever. I missed you today. Iyi geceler .
Sanem
He loved her, and her message was sweet, but that just wasn’t gonna cut it.
The old impulsive, impatient Can took over. He threw a jacket on and grabbed his car keys.
He loved driving his big fancy truck, but it was really difficult to go incognito anywhere, especially her neighborhood where the streets were small and everyone knew everything. He had to park nearly a kilometer away just to be sure no one would see and report back to her family. The hard part was going undetected on her street. Thankfully it was unseasonably cold tonight so there weren’t many people out.
He waited until the coast was clear to sneak around the corner where he knew her bedroom was. He grabbed a handful of pebbles from the road and started pelting her window with them. He chose the window to the side of the house, the one he saw her climb out of so many months ago, just to be safe.
He had been out there for over a minute, throwing rocks harder and harder to the point that he thought he might break the window, before she finally stuck her pretty little head out.
YOU ARE READING
It's all because of you
Fanfiction"But I would rather feel the sting Than never to have felt a thing I'll always know you were the one To rip me from the ground"
