The Art of Love

Turbulence

Sanem sat up straight pushing her hair out of her face". His face had little emotion but she felt his energy and all she could feel was anger and pain. "Can...you're scaring me. What's wrong?" He was trying really hard not to pull her into his arms, his pride wouldn't let him. His face must have revealed something to her because her expression turned to one of confusion. "Can.... please tell..."....      "Their plane went down over the ocean on their way to Greece. They're searching for them now but it's already been 16 hours. No sight of the plane or any debris or...." he could barely get the swords out, "survivors." Sanem stared at him as she listened to his words, but she couldn't quite understand what he was saying. She watched his face as it contorted in pain and anguish but she still couldn't grasp what his words  meant. "Can.... please stop! I'm sorry..... but I'm not following you." She placed her hands on his and he pulled away as she looked down to her empty hands. He stood up and walked away from her bed while she looked up at him becoming nervous and wild eyed. "Can...please tell me what is going on!!". He backed away a bit and then looked down at his feet fisting his hands. She got out of the bed and stood ready to walk toward him but he held up his hand and stopped her in her tracks." Sanem.. I'm trying to tell you.....to tell you that....Leyla and Emre's plane has gone off radar and has been presumed to be lost at sea". Sanem heard him say the words and watched his face as he said them all the while seeing pictures in her mind of her sister in her wedding dress, cutting their cake, kissing Emre and then driving off in their beautiful car. "Hayir... Hayir......Hayir..". She put her hands in her hair and felt nauseated and lightheaded all at once. She swayed a bit and he was immediately at her side but when he reached for her she noticed that at the last instant he clenched his hand and didn't touch her. She breathed heavily for a few seconds trying to regain control and remembered her breathing exercises for pain when she endured her treatments as a child. Once she felt under control she turned around and searched for her suitcase. She went to the closet and grabbed her clothes and dumped them in the bag. She went to her bathroom and collected her few items there and threw them in as well. She grabbed a pair of black jeans and pulled them up under her nightdress and then grabbed a black tank top and turned while she shoved it on not caring about a bra. Can watched as his heart clenched for her but he couldn't bring himself to touch her. Hating himself for the conflicting emotions running rampant through him as he met Sanems eyes.... "I have the jet coming. It will be here within the hour. I'll help in the search party and do whatever I have to do." She looked back at him and nodded grabbing a hair tie from her purse and pulling up her hair into a ponytail. "I'm ready Can." She stood there in front of him. Her face was a blank canvas, but her eyes gave her emotions away. They were dark and muddied and he could see into her heart. He felt sick and worried and then her voice speaking Osmans name interrupted his thoughts unbidden. "Sanem... you don't understand. I've booked you on a commercial flight back to Istanbul. You need to go home and be with your parents. Im sure they don't know yet. I'll get nun touch wi.." He saw the look on her face go from ghostly to confusion to anger in a fraction of a second. "Hayir.. I'm going with you. What could make you think that I wouldn't?" Her face was ashen and he could see her fighting to maintain control. He looked at the brunette beauty in front of him and in that moment all he could see was his love for her but then her words crashed around his ears once more. "Hayir, your going home. I can't be concerned with your safety and search for my brother and his wife. Besides, you are afraid of flying". He knew darn well the impact his words would have on her and that once he said them there was no going back. But he hoped it would be enough to sway her stubbornness. She looked at him as if though he had physically attacked her. She recoiled and it killed him, making him take a step towards her but it was her this time that held up her hand "Can, if you don't take me with you, I will find a way to get there myself". She was reeling from the shock of what he told her and from his behavior which she couldn't account for. He was getting impatient now and angry. "No Sanem your not. It's too dangerous and your not cut out for it". It was like lighting a match. Her face took on a new stern look and her cheeks were red with anger. "Don't tell me what I can and can't do. You obviously don't really know me if you think I'm going to go home and wait or that I can't do the hard things or things I'm afraid of. You don't know what I'm capable of". Her mouth formed a thin line and her body posture told him she was ready to fight him. "If you refuse to take me with you .... tell me now". He folded his arms across his chest and with as much boorish confidence as he could muster he said "Hayir, you're not coming with me, and that final". Her shoulders sagged the littlest bit and then she straightened up. "Fine." She grabbed her suitcase, and her bag and marched out of the room leaving him standing alone. He followed her out as he heard her calling a cab. "Put the phone down Sanem. I've already arranged a car to pick you up to take you to the airport. You're just making yourself upset for nothing". He suddenly felt tired and wished that he had never stepped foot out in that balcony. At least then they could face this together. She continued speaking until she was done and then turned back to him. "She's my sister, do you really expect me to stay away and do nothing? I would give my life for my sister and Emre and for those I love. I would never back down and do nothing. Never!" Her words seemed like a blade twisting in his gut. She had included his brother in those that she loved. He knew one thing about her that was not questionable and that was her undying loyalty to those she loved.