Author's note:
Yes I said I was going to post two chapters from every story. Don't worry there will be more coming up, I am working on it. 😊
Also, I am so sorry, for publishing and then unpiblishing. But for some reason the draft that got publish wasn't the correct one.
It's the same chapter, is just that this one has more details, and less errors. 😊
So I am truly sorry about that.
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Previously:
Sanem's POV
As I see Emre leave me here not wanting to talk, or argue back with me, makes me wonder, wonder what is really going on. I did see something different in him, it's like he is worried, like he has something else on his mind. I walk back to my chair and grabbed my notebook so I can continue to write chapter 2 of my second book. But I can't seem to concentrate, though I have something else on my mind. Can's pale face and Emre's worried face. Could he be sick? I asked myself.
I quickly close my notebook and went after Emre, I get to the pier
and I see them both talking around the same spot where I sit every night. Can seems off and Emre concern. I wonder what is going on? I looked behind me to make sure no one has noticed me here, and then I look back at Can and Emre and I see them both crying and hugging. Holly shit! What is going on?
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Sanem's POV
I saw Emre and Can separated from the hug, they both whipped their tears, then Emre said something to Can, Can nodded his head and they both stood up. "Oh shit! They're coming!" I quickly stood up and ran behind the other side of the wall, making sure neither of them would see me.
"Can." I heard Emre say, "Are you ok?"
"I'll be fine, as long as no one finds out, I'll be ok." What does no one need to know? What the hell is going on?
"Can, you should tell someone."
"No, Emre. Baba is sick and I don't want to worry him. I've been doing good, and it's working, I will be ok." Doing good? Allah! Is he sick? I kept asking myself.
"What about her?" I hear Emre asked.
"Emre, I told you. She hates me, she doesn't trust me. She rather trust a man who she had known just for a few weeks over me. She hates me." He repeated. No, Can I don't hate you. I wiped my tears.
"But Can."
"Emre," I heard Can cut Emre off. "When I asked her if she would think I would ever hurt her, she didn't say anything. But her eyes said everything, they were telling at me she was afraid, that she didn't trust me, that he needed me away."
"That's why you left?"
"Part of it yeah." Part? What's the other reason. "Seeing all of that in those beautiful, amazing brown eyes, broke me, killed me. And so I left." I wipped my nonstop tears.
"Her fear, was what made me just forget everything that I had here." I whipped more tears,
What is going on? How come no one is saying anything. I carefully peeked my head, and I saw Can crying, and that made me cry even more. I saw he took a deep breath and continue, "Emre I'm dead on the inside because of that night."
I rested head on the wall, and just whipped all the tears. The tears that I couldn't control from coming out. "Maybe you can try and talk to her, again."
