"A thousand silhouettes, dancing on my chest, no matter where I sleep, you are
haunting me.""Wherever there is you, I will be there
two."Kartal's POV
For two hours I went all out and about what we have to do to exile Barbaros to my —business— allies Asya and Balkan.
After they left the office I stayed in my place, smoking a cigarette and calculating where are my own choices and steps are taking me now, everything was moving me forward towards getting rid of this dark world, but unfortunately I have to protect my family.
I huffed at how I can't decide everything though, yes I want to get rid of this world but it can't happen without collaborating with Asya, Balkan and more people like them.
And while being drowned in thoughts, one thought haunted me; I think there's nothing harder than being disappointed with yourself, and I am disappointed with myself for being here, for being who I am. Then I realized how hard it is knowing that someone you value so much is disappointed with you also.
Before knowing Melek I didn't experience a lot of emotions and feelings, before her days looked alike, there wasn't nothing special about anything, I was never thinking of someone in every step I take, but now she occupies every thought of my mind, and guides me through an exceptional journey of emotions and different colors that I've never known that it existed, and never known that there's a part of my heart was looking forward for this experience.
But the missing puzzle is that she doesn't know [what she means to me], and I can't show her the mess inside my mind.
I tossed my cigarette in frustration and left to our room, I almost chuckled when I remembered that this is what she calls it too.
I knocked softly on the door, that was another manner I learned for her.
No one answered so I opened the door. The lights were switched on and the balcony doors were wide open, the curtains filling the empty room and making it an even colder place. My eyes instantly searched for Melek, and I found her sleeping on her couch as usual, crawled into herself, but with the same clothes she wore for the dinner, concluding that she fell asleep after an exhausting battle of thinking.
I first closed the balcony doors, my gaze watching her every now and then, eyeing that she's sleeping with a thin cover over her weak body, so I pulled a blanket from my wardrobe and covered her properly.
Being the light sleeper she is, she flattered her eyes open, "Kartal.." she said in a sleepy voice and my heart skipped a beat for an unknown reason.
"Efendim.." I replied.
"What's the time?"
"Almost 2AM, get back to sleep it's late." She panicked and got up grabbing her phone, ignoring my request.
"Is there something wrong?" I asked worriedly.
"Yes, I have to call Yiğit, I wanted to stay awake to call him before he goes to sleep, considering the time difference."
"It's okay, you can him when you wake-" I tried to assure her but she walked past me to the balcony.
"Wait, wait! Call him here it's cold outside." I protested and she didn't even look at me, "I will wait outside, obviously it's something private." I said then left.
Azize's POV
I hurried to call Yiğit before he might go to sleep, I stared at today's date for a minute, trying to gather the power left in me to call my brother and tell him that I'm here for him, for us.

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AZIZE
FanfictionAZİZE: THE SAINT. A love story about an angelic nurse who saved a dark eagle, a revenge story about a saint who's falling for a mafia man. A sequel of KanalD's Turkish series; AZIZE. Disclaimer: I don't own the idea of the characters or the main...