I returned to the abandoned house after another week —
but this time, I was sure she'd be there.
The wind pulled me toward it, like it remembered something I had forgotten.
I ran along the cliffside path, following it without question, heart racing.
And there she was.
Among the overgrown garden, barefoot as always.
Her eyes still as deep as the ocean, and her face — bright like the first morning sun.
At that moment, I couldn't tell whether the flowers were more beautiful,
or whether they were simply trying to imitate her.
She looked up, tilted her head, and smiled.
"Didn't you take your sweet time to find me?" she calmly said
I didn't answer.
I ran straight to her, lifted her into my arms —
and hugged her like I never wanted to let go.
She didn't resist. She let me hold her.
For ten minutes. Maybe more who knows how long.
And she didn't say a word.
"Are you mad or what?" I finally said, my voice half angry, half broken.
"I searched for you everywhere... for almost two months."
She laughed gently.
"Sorry about that. I guess I have a bad habit of disappearing." she calmly said
I was still holding her.
I didn't want to let go.
And again — I didn't know why.
"Do you have a phone or something for me to find you" I asked
"I don't," she replied softly. "And I don't like those things."
Sofia suddenly bit my shoulder.
"Are you planning to stand here hugging me all day or do we have a plan?" she whispered
I smiled.
"Why do you always bite me?" I mockingly asked
"Because words aren't always enough," she tilted her head and smiled.
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We sat together on the broken steps of the house.
Her head rested on my shoulder, both her hands wrapped around mine.
"Aren't you rude?" she whispered.
"What makes you say that?" I laughed.
She suddenly shifted, now sitting on my lap, her face right in front of mine.
"I gave you the black rose you asked for... and you still haven't told me your name."
So I was right — the rose was from her.
I didn't say anything.
I just placed my hand gently on her neck and kissed her cheek.
She turned red instantly, buried her face into my chest.
> "What's wrong with you, idiot!" she shouted, flustered,
as she lightly punched me — not to hurt, just to hide her face.
She sat like that for a long time —
submerged in me, as I was in her.
---
Eventually, she sat beside me again, still slightly red.
"Why don't we go to the market?" I asked.
"Why the market?" she asked, confused.
"Just trust me," I said, smiling.
She stood up and grabbed my hand.
"Take me wherever you want, my dear poet."
We walked together through the streets —
hand in hand, like we belonged to each other.
We bought seeds. Soil. Tools.
And returned to the garden, bags in hand.
"What is all this?" she asked, amused.
"I couldn't bring you white roses…
But most of these are dead now.
So why don't we grow new ones? Together."
Her eyes was filled with joy.
Her smile could've healed everything in me.
She jumped on my back.
"That's so sweet!
Also... when will you finally tell me your name, mister poet?"
I laughed.
"My name is Mustafa, my majesty.
But you can call me mine, if you'd like." i said
She bit the tip of my ear.
"I heard your poetry used to be amazing."
"You don't need to bite me to talk, you know," I said, laughing.
"And I burned all my old poetry anyway."
Her smile vanished. She started lightly hitting me again.
"You burned your poetry?! Are you stupid?" she angrily said
"It's just… a habit," I said quietly.
She hugged me again. This time tighter.
"If I asked you to write something for me… would you?"
I tried to look at her face, but she hid it again.
"Will you write for me?" she whispered.
"Only on one condition." I whispered
"And what's that?"
I sat down. She sat on my lap again, her back against my chest.
I placed my hands gently wrapped around her waist and my head resting on her collar.
"Promise me you won't disappear again.
Promise me you'll stay.
Promise me you won't become the wind again."
She turned slightly, eyes soft.
"I promise."
"Then I'll write as many poems as you want."
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We spent the evening clearing the old roses, planting new ones —
hands dirty, hearts clean.
Talking. Laughing. Not even noticing when the sky turned dark.
At night, we sat beside each other on the porch.
Her head resting on my shoulder again.
Her fingers wrapped around mine.
"I wish we could live like this forever," she said softly.
"Where no one ever separates us."
"Do you have a place to sleep?" I asked.
She shook her head.
I stood up, carried her in my arms.
"Would you mind spending the night at my place?"
She turned as red as a rose but nodded yes.
---
We walked home in silence, and she stayed the night.
We held each other —
and slept like we were safe again.
Nothing happened.
Nothing sinful.
Just love.
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The next morning, I woke up early.
And to my surprise…
She was still there.
She hadn't disappeared like the wind this time.
I got up to look at her again.
That innocent face.
Those sharp, deep mesmarising eyes.
Lips red as roses. Skin soft as petals.
She smelled like roses.
She felt like home.
And as I lay beside her, I fell in love all over again.
Quietly,deeply and,completely
Without needing a single word.
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