He was chained to the wall, his face bruised and bloody. His healing abilities couldn’t keep up with the amount and severity of the wounds. Also, Erdem’s men didn’t allow him even a second to heal. Erdem entered the cell, he settled into a worn wooden chair, its groaning protest a symphony of the torturous history that permeated the chamber. The prisoner's gaze followed his every move, an unsettling blend of anticipation and sadistic delight. Erdem’s man stepped forward, their faces hardened as they forced the prisoner forward, his chains clinking ominously. His eyes glinted with a twisted satisfaction, relishing the agony he had inflicted upon him.The killer wore a sinister smirk, devoid of any remorse. “So, you've come to confront the monster within me? How thrilling.” His voice dripped with a chilling indifference as if revelling in the darkness he had created inside him.“A monster. That’s right. A fitting name for you.” His voice steady, carried an undertone of sombre determinat
Erdem stood with anticipation by the window of the quaint coffee shop, his eyes fixed on the bustling road just beyond the glass. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee hung in the air, mingling with the soft chatter of patrons engaged in quiet conversations. Sunlight streamed through the large windows, casting warm hues on the worn wooden tables and the cosy armchairs scattered throughout the space.With bated breath, Erdem waited, his gaze searching for a glimpse of Nesta. It was on this very road that he had laid eyes on her after all those years of waiting and searching, and now, it had become a place of hope and longing, where he yearned to catch another fleeting glimpse of her enchanting beauty.Days turned into weeks, and yet there was no sign of Nesta. Erdem's heart weighed heavy with a mix of anticipation and apprehension. He had taken it upon himself to scour every nook and cranny of the surrounding roads and shops, hoping to find a trace of her presence. From the vintage bookst
From his vantage point, Erdem watched as Nesta’s smile, genuine and vibrant, graced her lips. Her laughter, like delicate music, danced through the air, captivating everyone in its wake. It was a mesmerizing sight, yet it stirred within him a profound longing. He yearned to bridge the gap that separated them, to approach her with open arms and whisper the words that had echoed through his restless mind all night. But a silent conflict raged within Erdem's soul. He understood that love meant allowing the other person to find their own happiness, even if it meant relinquishing his own desires. He knew that true love required selflessness, and at this moment, he found himself torn between the two. The conflicting emotions entwined like vines, intertwining his heart and mind in an intricate dance.From his distant vantage point, Erdem continued to observe Nesta, his eyes fixated on her every move. He marvelled at the delicate grace with which she handled each flower, her touch imbuing the
I could feel my heart flutter with a mixture of trepidation and determination as I reflected on the past two weeks that had changed my life forever. Fleeing from the clutches of my cruel fate had been a daring leap into the unknown, a desperate attempt to protect myself and my child. Through a chance encounter with a benevolent stranger, an elderly woman, I had managed to secure a roof over my head for the time being. After a week of roaming around the forest and the parks, eating only what nature could offer, the elderly human came into my life with her kind arms open. And she had helped me contact my father and secure enough funds to escape the country. Through fate, I ended up in the city of Luxembourg, a city I had never imagined to be my sanctuary.The road to rebuilding my life had been a rugged one. I faced countless challenges in my quest for stability and security. Finding a place to live and securing employment to provide for myself and my unborn child had seemed like insurm
For the following few days, my yearnings to see him again consumed my thoughts. I longed for just one more encounter, a chance for him to lay his eyes upon my…our son, to witness the striking resemblance between them. I yearned for him to see how our child inherited his every feature—his face, his smile, and those mesmerising blue eyes. But he never came. The hope I held onto faded, replaced by the harsh reality of his absence. Perhaps he had returned to his own family, the one he had chosen. Did he now have a son of his own, inheriting his father's prestigious title? I wonder how Anxo is doing. I still haven’t apologised for leaving without a goodbye. I wonder how Vesna has been. Could she manage the garden on her own, or had she found someone else to assist her? And Andjela, I prayed that she remained safe and healthy, free from any troubles that may have come her way.Lost in these swirling thoughts, I closed my small shop earlier than usual. It was only afternoon, yet somehow, I h
In the sanctuary of my cosy living room, I sought solace in the corner table, a silent witness to the thoughts swirling within me. The piece of paper lay before me, bearing Erdem’s contact information. Its presence alone seemed to carry a weight that mirrored the complexity of my emotions. As I traced my thumb delicately over the inked words, a bittersweet sigh escaped my lips. The memories of our encounter, the subtle glances, and the fleeting connection, replayed in my mind like a tender melody. But amidst the gentle longing, there lay a sea of uncertainty and unanswered questions.While lost in my contemplation, my attention shifted to my son, Ezio, engrossed in his artistic endeavour on the soft expanse of the living room carpet. His tiny hands glided across the pages of a colouring book, infusing life into the blank canvases. I watched him with a mixture of awe and a maternal ache, marvelling at the innocence that enveloped him. With each stroke of colour, a sense of anticipation
From the kitchen that overlooked the living room, I observed the heart warming scene unfolding before me. A gentle smile played upon my lips as I witnessed Erdem and Ezio engrossed in a serious conversation about the intricacies of a floor puzzle. It had taken some deliberation, but I finally mustered the courage to extend an invitation to Erdem, and his eager acceptance had brought him to us even before the break of dawn. He arrived bearing bags filled with toys and gifts, most of which I had politely sent back, convincing him to introduce them to Ezio gradually, with time. Now, as I busied myself with preparing breakfast, a twinge of guilt settled within me, knowing that I had unintentionally kept my son away from such boundless happiness. Yet, the joy radiating from Ezio's eyes filled my heart with a profound contentment. As for the barren desert within me that was slowly attempting to quench its thirst just in the presence of him, it frightened me. As Erdem’s gaze briefly fell upo
Erdem quietly sat at the dining table; his gaze fixated on the empty chair beside him. The weight of his presence seemed to hang in the air, his silent contemplation palpable. I continued with my task, mixing the chopped vegetables and meat, creating a fragrant stew that filled the room with its comforting aroma.Suddenly, his voice broke the silence, his words tinged with a mix of curiosity and longing. “What are you making?” His breath brushed against my ear as he appeared behind me, sending a shiver down my spine. The proximity between us, after all these years, awakened dormant memories and emotions. But just as quickly as he had drawn close, he stepped back, maintaining a respectful distance.Erdem closed his eyes for a moment, inhaling deeply to take in the mouth-watering scent of the stew. “Smells absolutely delicious,” he murmured, his voice filled with appreciation. I nodded in response, keeping my silence, allowing the tension to settle between us.He remained rooted in his