If the journey is fraught with danger,
And the destination is out of sight.
Do not despair, for there is an end,
To any path taken and to every flight
His eyes opened at midnight. a sharp wave of pain ran through his body. Maybe it was because of a lack of sleep or tiredness. He turned his side on the sofa while rubbing his eyes and looked at the bed. The bed was empty. He sat up with a jerk, put his sleepers on and went out of the room. The corridor's lights were off as he did with his own hands.
But a dim light was coming out from the lounge, he moved towards it.
As he stood at the door of the lounge she saw her beside the phone dialing a number.
"Anne" He called her in a low tone, merely a whisper.
"Jahangir"
Gulai looked up suddenly, and fear and guilt crept on her face. fear of getting caught. she put the phone on the cradle in rush.
Jihangir walked towards her with defeated steps. He sat beside her and held his hand.
"What were you doing Anne?"
"I was calling Ilhan,jhangir." Her eyes were glistening with tears. Jahangir's grip on her hands were loosened.
"You are taking your medications, Anne, right?" he asked in a concerned tone looking at her lowered face.
"Which medicine oğlum"? Gulai raised her eyes and asked innocently.
He took deep breaths and leaned his arm on her shoulder. she rested her head on his chest. Jihangir kissed her blonde hair and gulped down the lump in his throat. His eyes and nose were red.
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*5 months ago*
He was 9 years old. his cycle has just 2 tires front and back. he hasn't used this kind of bicycle before. Keeping balance was hard, but baba was holding both him and his bicycle. He was skinny and his black thick hair was falling on his forehead.
"Jahangir slowly.. slowly.. on the count of 3"
"1..." he gripped on the handle tightly.
"2..." the cycle started moving forward with help of baba.
"3!" Baba took it forward with himself and left.
Now he was riding alone, baba was left behind, he didn't fall. Balance was stable everything was perfect.
"Baba!" He exclaimed in happiness and received Ilhan's chuckle behind him.
"Baba!" he tried to look back and this is the moment when he lost his balance and bicycle trembled.
Before falling down he saw baba's face calling him and running towards him.
He has opened his eyes with a jerk, his whole body jolted. As if he was fallen from somewhere. The first thing he saw in front of him was a pile of ashes and burnt plastic files. He didn't understand why it was there, why he was there. His senses were numb. He tried to move his left arm but it was heavy and numb. He looked at his shoulder, he didn't remember how many hours Kaan's hand and upper body weight was on his shoulder. he didn't know if he is alive or not. he didn't know if he himself is alive or its a dream again. After what felt like an eternity his senses started to awake. He heard some heavy footsteps coming from outside or it may be an illusion. He inhaled sharply because of a problem in breathing evenly. Before falling unconscious again he saw an armed man standing in the door, he tried to raise his hand and ask for help but his mind fell in deep darkness.
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HALKA SEASON 2 (FANFICTION) #wattys2019
Mystery / Thriller"So... Tell me now.." Her hands were rested on his shoulders, they were moving slowly with the music. Smile wasn't leaving his face. She fondly glanced at the black mole hidden in his beard. "What..?" His dimple on the right cheek was more prominen...
