It's all because of you

Don't go without me

“C'est la vie
C'est la mort
You and me
Forevermore”

“C’est La Mort” by The Civil Wars was somehow the perfect song for this chapter. It isn’t the most conventional love song, but I just loved the magical quality of it.

I listened to "Kiss Me" by Ed Sheeran for the end scene and it fit so perfectly.

-Her- 

He looked deliriously happy, maybe verging a bit more on delirious. After their beautiful first dance, the party ratcheted up a notch and soon the whole street was dancing. Muzo and CeyCey were passing around a flask of some homemade brew and he got his hands on it a few times. He was clapping his new pals on the back and loudly requesting songs. Luckily Metin and Akif were there as they had dealt with a drunk Can more than a few times. He didn’t get too out of hand, and it honestly amused her to see him lose control and let loose. He deserved it.

She took a break from dancing to get a drink and rest her feet. She watched him effortlessly maneuver between old friends, coworkers, and her neighbors. He made everyone feel included, like they had his undivided attention. His smile was warm and genuine, it made you happy just looking at it. He had taken off his silk bow tie and loosened the top few buttons of his white shirt, but he still looked like he walked straight out of a magazine. His black tuxedo jacket was still around her shoulders where he put it when she sat down. It smelled like him. He rolled up his shirt sleeves and nudged Muzo for another swig from the flask. He probably didn’t know what the sight of his strong forearms and large veined hands did to her, not to mention the shiny ring on his left hand. But she would keep these thoughts to herself, for now.

It suddenly dawned on her that they had no transportation back to his house for tonight. Wedding night plans sort of got lost in the shuffle of planning the rest of the celebration. At least he had remembered to put his father and Emre up in a hotel so they could have the house to themselves. He offered to rent out the biggest fanciest hotel suite in the city for them, but she declined. She wanted to be comfortable, besides, expensive hotels weren’t really her thing. She wanted to make love in his bed, which they still hadn’t done even after all their time together.

She spotted Emre a table away and got up to talk to him.

“Emre?” He turned from talking to Leyla. “Did Can drive here? I’m not sure how we will get home.”

“Oh yes!” He fished a set of keys out of his pants pocket and dropped them in her hand. “He gave me his keys to give to you, I almost forgot.”

“Thank you.” She gave him a fond smile.

“I think he knew that he would get like this.” He pointed toward his brother who was currently trying to learn a traditional dance. “He must love you to let you drive his truck.”

A laugh bubbled out of her and she nodded. She looked between Emre and her sister for a moment before heading back to her seat. They were slowly figuring things out. Her wedding with Can had helped to soften the relations between the Aydin and Divit families. She hoped they could find the same happiness.

After finishing her drink and loosing Can in the crowd she decided to head into her house to use the restroom and grab her bag. While she was washing her hands it hit her that this really wasn’t her house anymore. Of course she would always be welcome, but it wouldn’t be the same. She sat on her bed for a minute and looked around her room. So many memories lived here. She looked at the albatross plastered on her wall and thought about how funny fate was. She didn’t feel melancholy about leaving it behind because she was going home with her albatross. The last things she packed in her bag were her pink notebook and the feather pen he bought for her.