A story based on Can Yamans Turkish dizi.
Ozgur Atasoy.
Rich, handsome, Club/bar owner and DJ lives in an exclusive rooftop penthouse in Istanbul.
He's a Player.
A lover of beautiful things and he can't resist one night stands with beautiful women...
Now, here you go again, you say You want your freedom Well, who am I to keep you down. It's only right that you should Play the way you feel. But listen carefully to the sound Of your loneliness, like a heartbeat. Drives you mad... In the stillness of remembering, What you had, And what you lost, And what you had, And what you lost,
Thunder only happens when it's raining. Players only love you When they're playing. Women, they will come and they will go. When the rain washes you clean, you'll know. You'll know.
Now, here I go again I see, the crystal visions. I keep my visions to myself It's only me who wants to Wrap around your dreams Have you any dreams you'd like to sell. Dreams of loneliness Like a heartbeat Drives you mad In the stillness of remembering What you had And what you lost And what you had And what you lost.
OZGUR POV
I say it, low in volume, but full of hope, and then hold my breath.
When she doesn't answer straightaway, I turn to leave, walking away.
"Sleep well, Ezgi. I'm across the hall, if you need anything."
I get to the door before I hear my name.
"Ozgur?"
My hand is on the handle, but I release it and look back. "What will your Mum do if she goes to find you, and sees your room hasn't been slept in? She put me in a guest room...so I'm guessing, she wouldn't be happy with us sharing..."
"It's not like that. She was just giving us options. She doesn't know what stage we're at in our relationship." "Our relationship? What relationship would that be then? Our real one? OR our fake one, because to be honest, I'm a bit confused myself. The edges are getting a bit blurred...don't you think."
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And there lies the dilemma, because for so long, I haven't wanted to think. About my feelings, or anybody else's feelings. I was done with hard thinking like that! My head hurt with the hours, days, weeks, that I spent trying to figure out where my head was at, in terms of love and women! What happened with my father and Arzu, and then having to keep it all to myself. She really came on to my father? They were making out. I saw it with my own eyes. It gives me shivers. I have nightmares about it and I don't know what's worse. The laying awake. Long, lonely, still nights that never seemed to end or waking up alone, in cold sweats. And there was no way I was going to work out the unresolved issues they'd left me with. Because they were gone! Killed together in the crash. And I just had to get on with it. So... I got on with it! A new venture. An old friend became a partner, and we bought a bar and grill. A day and night filler. Working long hours in a busy party atmosphere, serving beautiful women and sometimes I took my work home with me, to help me get through the lonely nights.
