"The Cafer Ali Mezarlığı" which was the cemetary located very much out side Istanbul. There lies tombstone, for the most heaviest to the smallest deceased. From inside, walked Burak Dogan Yildiz. He wore a long, dark attire. His eyes didn't have that usual sharpness as he searched for that one tombstone. The one that made him feel complete and the same one that utterly broke him.
Burak's eyes, now frail-caught the tomb, just to his far left. He walked to it, his hands fell to his sides as he now stood right in front of the grave. The tombstone was as old as time. Though it was kept neat--even the flowers that were on it was still fresh.
Meryem... a whisper left his lips as he knelt in front of it. Both his palm dug into the fresh soil of the cemetery. His face then fell.
Meryem...
the blues of his eyes dilated as the image of her smiling face flashed through him.
How the ferocious Meryem who bended to no one--fell for him. It was the first day of college. The first day of everything. Meyem Azra walked on the hallway. She clutched at a pile of books close to her chest as she gazed back and forth at the place. She was heading to the library as the teacher had urged her to go. When she entered the room--her eyes fell to a attentive, young Burak. He clutched at a book and sat in a corner of one of the seats. He was the Kaplan's son--whom her father partnered with.
Burak and her had met countless of times... as children but never as young adults. He looked absolutely striking. The sharp edge of his jaw was caressed by the dark strand of his locks. He then corrected the cuffs of his full sleeved, office shirt.
Meryem tilted her head and looked away before he could notice. The sound of her footsteps fell as Burak's eyes snapped to her--sapphire ones, locking with a pair of chocolate like browns. His grip on the book slightly loosened as he found himself staring at her moon like face. Her chiffon veil contrasted her rosy, mature cheeks. The same ones he used to tease her about in childhood--now made his heart raise.
Meryem... a soft murmur. She drops her eyes, "Burak"... she said back. The two stared at each other then she looked away. Burak too lets out a cough, "I never thought I would see you here?"... He looks to the ground, "I reckoned you moved...?"
"Yes... I was to"... she says, then with an absent-minded curl of her lips, "Then we didn't"... Burak lets out an internal sigh, "Well... good" she snaps her eyes to him--Burak smirks, "Great then"... he now says. Meryem's brows furrowed, "Why Burak...? I thought you wanted me to go?"
Burak lets out a soft chuckle, then--"No... Meryem"... He sweeps his eyes to hers, his voice now gentler, "Never"... her breath hitches.
You know... he rubs the back of his head, "you always thought I had something against you"
And... whose fault is that? Meryem asks, weren't you the one who pushed me from the swing? or... that one time... her voice trails off--completely oblivious to him holding his laughter.
Her eyes fell to him, she huffed seeing the grin on his face. He gazed at her in adoration--as a tingling feeling shuddered through her.
Then silence fell--"I-I have to go... the teacher is expecting me"... He nods, slightly,
"Meryem Azra"...
"Burak"... a murmur, then she turned and left. He watched her walking out. How she slightly stumbled. A small smile tugged at him.
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That evening in the Yildiz's manor. Burak Dogan & Emir Altan , his friend, were outside, just in the estate's grand garden. The sky was painted in a mesmerizing shade of pink and gold as in this serene atmosphere, both young man played. They wore eloquent, full sleeved shirts which hugged to their robust, sturdy frame. As Burak held on to a putter. His eyes were to the golf ball on the ground as he then hit it with slight force.
Whoo...Emir squinted his eyes as he watched the ball travel up in the air before going dropping to the ground. It rolled and endless time then finally fell into the hole below the oak tree.
Emir and him both collided hands, "Nice!" he says. "You haven't lost your touch at all" Burak ran a hand through the thick strands of his raven locks. "Yeah"... he murmured. "What I do is... practice, Emir, practice"... he says. Emir shakes his head, "Nah... just look at you"
"What about me?" Burak asks--to that, "You are an absolute unit... like, cannot... compare" Burak lets out a low chuckle as the two then began to walk. His eyes then fluttered towards the manor. Most specifically to the six floor's window. From within the elaborately made, antique window, Dogan made out the frame of his sister, Esma and...
"Meryem"... a murmur left his lips. He gazed upon the beauty. How she softly conversed with his sister. How she looked absolutely adorable even when she did nothing. She wore a scarlet robe and a white veil. Her skin glowed against the light as he watched her laugh.
"Oh...Azra, such a shame we couldn't meet all these years ago?" Meryem smiles, tilting her head, "I know right?" she says. Hm... Emre has grown so much... Meryem suppressed her chuckle as she watched her friend's cheek turn a shade of crimson. "He looks so handsome"... she says. her eyes fluttering outside the glass window which was shrouded with greens.
Meryem... she suddenly lowers her voice and leans in, "What if you talk to him about me?" ... Meryem was taken a back at her boldness, "Surely I can do that"... she murmurs with a soft giggle. Esma sighed, her eyes catching her own brother, she then says absent-mindedly "Dogan will love to hear about you as well"... Meryem's eyes widened as she felt her own face burn. W-What...? the mortified reaction of her friend made Esma giggle--she then took both her hands. "Meryem... I was joking"... she lets out a sigh. "Of course... if you really want it--"No need"
Ha, ha, oh... sweet Meryem... the girl murmurs. Meryem shakes her head, her eyes flickered outside just to meet another pair of brown. A more fierce ones.
It was Burak Dogan--he watched her with a sort of longing that made her heart race. She said no to her friends offer--though she knew she could not have said the same about his looks.
Burak Dogan Yildiz--was undeniably attractive. From the chiseled edges of his jaw, his stance--they all captivated her. Though she looked away and he too, unlike others, didn't feast his eyes on her. He just watched then let his gaze fall to the floor.
--The next day:
At the Stonevale Üniversitesi, inside the cafeteria, sat Meryem Azra & Esma--they conversed with each other as around them moved around students.
Burak and Emir sat . Though not too far away from their sisters. They conversed. Just then--a group of senior students made their way in. Serken--the groups main guy whistled and looked to both the girls who sat. At Meryem and Esma. Meryem snapped her eyes to them--then looked away uncomfortably. Esma's hands clenched as Serken made his way to them.
Meryem shifted in irritation when he planted both hands on top of her side to the table, "Well Well... Meryem Azra Yildiz"... he murmurs, eyes shamelessly roaming over as she felt the need to clutch her veil close.
Piss off, Serken... Esma sizzled. Serkan didn't even falter, he leaned in closer to Meryem--eyeing her down.
"So... it is you" his lips curled, "How... pretty" his voice lowered into nothing, "You have grown quickly like a flower"...
Meryem's eyes faltered, she wanted to get up--yet something held her down.
Hmm... silent much?
he removes his hands from the table and stepped back, just as he turned--Serken's face connected with a pair of muscular fists. His head then snapped back from the impact as the tingling sensation made his vision darken.
He dropped his head then bought it slowly up--his gaze tracing over the heaving chests, then a familiar pair of smoldering eyes.
Burak Dogan Yildiz... holding him back was Emir. Meryem and Esma's eyes widened as they stared at the three of them. Serken could only do so much other than smirk, "Oh... look who it is"... his fingers lingered on the place of the impact, as he wiped off a drop of blood that clung to his lip.
"Burak... Dogan?" what a shock? I though you were said "Cannot love"! he spat. You know... You hated this oroşpu... didn't you? he asks, voice clenching around every word.
What Burak? you did hate her--no... you detested her. That--to that, he inches in with a grunt.
Stop... Emir urges, he held him by his shoulder blade--yet Burak seemed to not back off. His eyes then fell to Meryem. She shook her head, tears pooling over her eyes, "B-Burak... e-enough" she says.
A low, shuddering sigh left him. "After everything he said, you are vouching for that guy?"... "I'm trying to help you B-Burak... j-just stop!" she says breaking down.
Emir gives Esma a signal. She nods* "Come one Meryem... let's leave"... Meryem glances at Burak, though he didn't return it back. Her face was tear-streamed as both her and Esma-walked away from there.
Not even a second after--the headmistress of the school stepped in, gazing over at the two,
-Serken... Burak...
-OFFICE...NOW!
To be continued>>>>>>>>