Chapter 2: A new girl

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Sancar

Sancar returned home at night. Fortunately, no one was awake in the room, so he went upstairs without anyone asking why his heavy face,they wouldn't ask because he seemed to have cried all night.He didn't know what to feel, what to say, or what to think.
She had decided.She had thrown him out of her life just as he had done to her so many years ago...Nare had always found a place to forgive him, would this be one of those occasions? He clung to that hope so as not to sink into despair.He knew that Nare loved him, there was no other possibility, there was nobody else.
But also, he never seen that look on Nare.He had seen joy, love, hope, but never disappointment.That night he saw sadness, anger, anger and frustration.And although he knew her well, he did not know what would happen from now on.
He go to his room, left his things, but something made him back off.He left the room and went down to the guest room.He carefully opened the door, and adjusted a chair that was close to the bed.There were multiple computers and monitors.One of them controlled Menekse and the baby's heartbeat.He sat by the bed, Menekse was still asleep and did not seem bothered by his presence. He observed at her black hair, which framed the face that long ago, once, had given him hope.
When he met Menekse he was a gray, bitter and hopeless guy, but her blue eyes showing him that maybe, maybe, he could forget Nare.
Now she was carrying his son.
And Sancar had not enjoyed Melek, much of his childhood had been lost. Now life gave him another chance, a new one.But this time it was different.
She was not Nare.She was not his love.And he felt selfish, frivolous and empty, but he had no more to give.It was all there was at the moment. He brought his hands to his face, and sank into them. As if I could run away for a moment, as if everything were a bad dream.Menekse waking up brought him back to reality.

-Sancar, what are you doing here? - Menekse still sounded sleepy, but she sat up quickly at the head of the bed. Sancar had an involuntary act of helping her, and she perceived it, stiffening.Her blue eyes locked on his, filled with surprise.-Be careful, do it slowly.-Sancar said .-I came to see you, I wanted to know how they were.
It was strange to say it but was a reality.Now there were three.
-I see that you are fine, so I will return in the morning, before I leave. You do not have to stay here always, it is assigned being your home.Sancar left Menekse and opened the door, but her voice stopped him.

-You do not have to do it-Menekse's voice sounded resigned.- You don't have to pretend everything is fine.
Sancar closed the door.-What do you mean?. Menekse, I know things are not right.

Menekse looked at him with some sadness.- Ah, but you try. A part of you wants this child to grow up without knowing how horrible parents we are.

Sancar felt the fire come out of him.- It was a bad idea, I'll be back tomorrow.

- Will you go like you did tonight, into the arms of someone else !?-Menekse started using that annoying claim tome she used to use.-Because if so, don't even bother going back.

-How can you claim something from me after what you did the last days? How can you say something after the show you gave?

-It is true! I did it! You know why? Because they're sick of her having you every minute thinking of her when you don't even want to sleep with me!!!- Menekse's tone of voice became a scream. Soon everyone would be downstairs listening.- I hate her Sancar, and that is my right. I will not regret for hating her, but i will do for not hating you. Because you are guilty of hating her so much.

Sancar watched as Menekse began to cry, thick drops that she tried to cover.-Menekse, please, it's not good for you.-he approached her and tried to reassure her, she dodged his hand.

- And what is good Sancar? - Her voice sounded calmer but incredibly sad too.- You know, at least I know that I hurt others, but you,Are you aware of the pain you cause in others?You even know how much I suffered for making you forget?

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