What is it? A girls Fashion accessory, A man's bandana, A bandage for a wound... Or the last remaining reminder of a love, thought lost.
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SANEMS POV:
I can hear my own screams above the roar and crackle of the fire engulfed hut. I cry out his name again and again until my throat is sore and raspy. Burning embers fly through the dark night sky.
The heat, even from where we are standing is intense.
My family and friends surround me, pulling me back from tearing after him as he purposely kicked the door in, desperate to get in to the flames.
CAN... what are you doing?
What do you currently own that could possibly be important enough that you would risk your life to save it?
The Can Divit I used to know gives no importance to material possessions. He never has. He savours the people in his life, his experiences... Moments and memories. Abstracts like Love, Peace and Happiness.
It feels like hours that we stare... for any movement... Any sign that he is still alive! I'm frantic, but I can't tear my eyes away.
Then the door flies opens and he stumbles out...his arms shielding his face. We all expect to see him carrying something so all eyes go to his hands....but there's nothing.
There's a collective relieved breath from Aziz and Emre, and I know I'm still screaming for him. My father is holding my head and my mother is rubbing my back...
My eyes are red and sting from smoke and tears.
I break free as he approaches, rushing towards him calling out his name again...He falls to his knees in front of me and buries his face in my lower abdomen, his hands gripping my dress at my hips. I see what he is holding, folded up in his palm. The familiar colours just visible. My mother and sister see it too.
I sob quietly and look down at him, placing my hands gently on each side of his head.
There's a terrible smell of burning and smoke. His face is black and he's in discomfort.
He lifts his head to look up at me, then turns his face into my palm and kisses in the centre.
"Can..."
He slowly regains his strength, enough to stand up. We grip each others hands and I stare down twisting and turning my fingers with his. He pockets the Bandana, hiding it from our families. He hugs his Dad, Emre and JJ and then he let's me lead him to the house.
One by one our family disperse leaving me alone to deal with him...
He's taken his jacket off and now I can see the angry, blistered, burnt skin of his forearm. I reach out to him but pull back. "Does it hurt, Can?" He holds my gaze. "Just a little."
