A fictitious account of Can and Demet's life after EK. Beware of the angst and I touch on the serious subject of high functioning depression, maybe even a little on post traumatic stress syndrome. However, the general overture is moving on past th...
One way to avoid sleeping through an early morning meeting is to not go to sleep the night before and that is exactly what I did. I still taste the bourbon I consumed into the early hours, bargaining with myself to relax but unable to due to the overwhelming anxiety. Yes I'm on time but I'm tired and my face shows my exhaustion. The deep bone weariness is only evident to me. Faruk texted he was running a few minutes late so I order cay and mentally prepared myself for the Rome itinerary as well as the Cannes trip.
I'm startled by the server placing my glass on the table accompanied with simit and olives, neither looks appetizing but I'm trying to appear interested to the casual diners. Ah, Faruk approached and in typical fashion is busy on his cell phone, in what appears to be a serious discussion but seemingly brisk in answering the person on the other end, "of course I'm concerned but I'm trying to tell you she isn't my focus.......excuse me but I have an appointment, can we resume.....yes, yes. I will." Hanging up, he turns and sits down at the table on the cafe's patio. "Can, Can, I'm so glad that we could meet as we have so much to....".
I'm zoning out already, my mind revisiting the joy of our holiday spent with Faruk and his family. I try to focus on the conversation at hand but, like snapshots racing across my vision, I keep seeing her. On the boat laughing at something I said, her beautiful smile beckoning me. Her lounging in the sun, wet from swimming in the sea. Me teaching her to snorkel, her childlike excitement when she found a starfish. She gets in my head and for the briefest of moments I can feel her. I feel her golden skin, warm from the sun, as i apply sunscreen to her shoulders. I feel her hand as I guide her under water to search for 'pirate treasures'. I feel her lips......,,Allah! I'm losing my mind!
"Can? Hey, are you following? Yoo-hoo, you there? Rome is vital to the shows promotion and you really need to..........." I pretend to hear every word, nodding once in a while and answering "yes" when appropriate but I can't get excited about this trip like I once was when I thought she would accompany me. "So! Important question! Um, well, that is.........have you spoke with Demet?" Woah! What? I wasn't expecting that and Faruk has my total attention now. Hesitantly I answer, my head down, leaning in, trying to appear unaffected, "No, not for a while. Why do you ask?" He shifts forward, conspiratorially, "I don't need to tell you how imperative it is that you not see her, right? Your next role will not be accepted if the audience......" I'm cool but I can feel my agitation rising, but I stop him partly because I know where he is going and also because I feel like if he continues I will throw up. "Faruk, my dedication to this program and you is without flaw. I have maintained a completely professional bravado with everyone including my fans. Demet and I created an incredible legacy with Erkenci Kus. However, that is the end of it. She has her new drama, in which I know she will be successful. I also know that you want her to be successful, as you love her like a daughter." My insides churn with this last comment.
Was he watching me to determine the truth? Did he hear the slight tremor in my voice at my denying her or recognize my grip tighten when I mentioned her next project. The multitude of emotions I felt just now are pale compared to the crushing ache. My acting has truly improved as he appears assured but he continues, "We just don't need any repeats of the "blonde" incident while promoting in Europe. EK fans want you with Demet so staying neutral is very important." Sipping his coffee, he opens his phone to a text and is distracted. Lifting his head, "I'm sorry Can. I have to make a quick call."
I smile in answer but the controlled rage inside has increased ten fold. "Blonde" incident, what a crock! Another woman is laughable! Avoiding Demet, I can't stop dreaming about her! My sleep deprived mind is begging me to argue but my attorney conscience reminds me to stay calm. Sipping my tea, I pretend boredom, slipping my sunglasses on is almost a dismissal, but I remain seated and watch the traffic and people as they chat with each other on the patio. Glancing at the passing shoppers and travelers, I watch a young girl walking her dog pass and on down the street, she crosses at the crosswalk and disappears around a corner.
Before I turn back, I catch a glimpse of a familiar stride but I can't quite....I've lost it within the crowd. This constant driving hunger has me seeing things again. But then I see the top of her head. Her glorious, silky tresses, walking away, back towards me. Funny that I recognized her movement before I saw her, her graceful stature, her rhythm. I can't see much from this distance but I feel her presence like it's her soul seeking mine and my soul answering because at that moment she stops dead. People pass her, she slowly turns, and as if time stood still, our eyes instantly collide.
—————————————————— Sorry if there are type o's, I'm In bed on my phone and it's really hard😂.
Anyone have an idea what's going to happen next? I'm not going to tell but if someone wants to guess, using the idea of another author, I will do a shout out in the next chapter😊
On another note, I can't even express my dislike for Faruk. However, he has a vital role so bear with me as I develop the storyline. Otherwise, he can choke!
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