The day finally came when Trez had to return to Turkey.At the airport, Katriel stood among the crowd, her heart pounding as she watched him move through the gate. Tears streamed down her cheeks as she waved goodbye, trying to smile even as her chest ached. Trez turned one last time, promising her that distance would never break what they had, that their love would remain faithful through every mile between them.
Days turned into weeks. Katriel tried to focus on her classes, but her mind often drifted to Trez to his voice, his laughter, the comfort of his presence. One morning during a lecture, a wave of dizziness washed over her. She felt lightheaded, her stomach unsettled. At first, she brushed it off thinking she was just exhausted or overwhelmed from late night study sessions.
That evening, during a video call, she mentioned it to Trez with a small laugh.
"I've been feeling weird lately," she said. "Probably just stress."
But Trez frowned, worry showing in his eyes even through the screen. "Maybe you should take a test," he said gently.
Katriel laughed softly. "That's impossible, Trez. I was in my safe days."
Still, curiosity and a touch of fear pushed her to check. When she saw the result, her hands trembled. It was positive.
For a moment, everything went quiet. Then came the tears not from fear, but from a confusing mix of joy and disbelief. When she told Trez, his voice cracked with emotion. He couldn't stop smiling. "We're going to be parents," he whispered. "I promise, Katriel as soon as I graduate, I'll come back. We'll make this right. We'll be a family."
From that day, Trez called every evening. They talked for hours about baby names(suggesting Trezdan if he is a boy),about the future, about how life would look when he returned. Katriel started keeping a small journal, writing letters to the little life growing inside her.
But fate had other plans.One evening, Katriel called him in tears. Her voice was shaky, full of fear. "The doctor says it's a threatened miscarriage," she whispered. "They're not sure if the baby will survive."
Trez felt his heart break from miles away. He wished more than anything to be there to hold her hand, to tell her everything would be fine. They prayed together over the phone, clinging to hope. But a few days later, the message came quiet, heavy, final. Katriel had lost the baby.
The silence that followed was unbearable.
Katriel couldn't stop crying. She felt empty, as if a piece of her had been taken away. The pain turned to anger not at Trez, but at the cruel distance between them. "If you had been here," she whispered through tears one night, "maybe things would have been different."
Trez had no words. He wanted to reach through the screen to hold her, to tell her how sorry he was. But all he could do was watch her cry, powerless.
And from that moment, something shifted between them. The laughter faded from their calls. The messages grew shorter. Grief filled the spaces where love used to live.
Katriel felt broken not only by the loss of her child, but by the distance that had made her feel so alone when she needed him most.