Luce di Stella • Kenan Yildiz

Chapter 65: Saying Goodbye

🎶 How Do I Say Goodbye — Dean Lewis 🎶

Clothes were flying around our bedroom as Kenan was frantically trying to pack a suitcase after we had made an early (and hopefully secret) exit from the Christmas party.
"Ok, so a jet is waiting for you that will take you to... Strau-bing, apparently that's the closest airport to Regensburg. From there, you'll have a car waiting for you-" I blabbered, reading the information from my phone.

"I will have a car waiting? You're not coming?" he asked as he turned around, giving me a hurt expression.
My eyes widened and I put my hands up in defense. "Hey, I just didn't think I'd be one of the people your father wanted to see before he died" I explained.
"Yeah, he's dying. But I'll be the one who he leaves behind, and I need you" Kenan argued back and I got his point.

"Ok, fine! I'll pack a few things!" I quickly said and pulled out my Louis Vuitton Horizon, throwing it on the bed.
"Errr- maybe take another suitcase" Kenan commented and I rolled my eyes.
"So it's fine for you to wear your braggy designer stuff, but I can't" I scoffed.
"They think that I earned the money with which I buy that through my hard work, while you did nothing other than being born into it" he sighed, rubbing his front.

"And people still wonder why we mostly stay in our circles" I scoffed. The prejudices were crazy. "Better?" I asked as I dragged out my Rimowa from under the bed and he raised his eyebrows.
"Still a 1,000€ suitcase, but whatever" he sighed as I started filling it with clothes, mostly in darker tones. Not even twenty minutes later, I was driving us to the airport, as Kenan looked quietly out the window. I decided to give him space and quietness for his thoughts. He had known his dad was sick, but you're never really prepared for the day you lose a parent.

We boarded the jet onto which we were welcomed warmly by the crew before taking on the one-hour-long flight to Germany. As arranged, a black Jeep was waiting for us upon our landing on the tarmac and our suitcases were loaded from the plane into the car.
"I'll drive" Kenan said as I was about to get behind the wheel. I raised my eyebrows, waiting for an explanation. "Mum would never let me live down to it if I wasn't chauffeuring a girl" he added, but I wasn't convinced. I thought that it was rather going to be his father or his cousins that would laugh at him for being driven by a girl - but I didn't want to start any fights, so I just walked to the passenger's side wordlessly.

Kenan didn't even need Google Maps to navigate him, he easily knew his way around here and I couldn't help but admire his face and features as I leaned back in my seat. It had always been him. He was the love of my life. He noticed me staring and grinned, taking a small glance at me sideways.
"Thanks for coming. I know that you're not exactly a fan of my parents" he muttered.
"Well, that started with them not being fans of mine" I scoffed.
"Well, mostly they weren't fans of us. I do think that they admire you for the person you are. They just never thought we would work" he tried to explain, but I wasn't having it.

"Your father just couldn't handle that I took his place in terms of advising you on your career" I shot back and I knew that Kenan wouldn't have a comeback on this. "But it's ok, these are probably his last days and I'll be there for you as best as I can" I added, taking his hand and giving it a light squeeze. We arrived at Kenan's childhood home, at which I had never been until now. The lights were on and there were a bunch of cars parked in front of it, probably from friends and relatives, accompanying Reşat in his last moments in this life.

Kenan took both our trolleys and I followed him as he made his way inside. At this point, my hands were sweating like crazy, I didn't even know if they knew that we were back together - gosh, this was going to be such a mess!
"Kenan!" his mum exclaimed and walked up to hug him. "... And Beatrice" she added somewhat surprised when she saw me.
"Hello" I mumbled quietly. The less I spoke, the less they could twist my words against me.