Nazım

Nesrin [part 2]// the flying thoughts

Yooooo I left you on a cliffhanger [ledge-hanger??] literallyish

But forreal, we've all heard the words before I think. Suicide is no joke; especially in Islam for those of you who might not know. It's an awful, awful thing and one day I just hopethe odds of it happening are as low as possible in sha Allah.

I'm truly grateful for all the reads, all the votes and all the comments on the story so far. Alhamdulilah.

Thank you so much =)

"Nazım you can't fix a thing." She turned around and gave him a cold stare. "You never could..." her voice trailed off, and her balance wobbled. Nesrin's body tilted forward until she slipped off the ledge.

N E S R I N {bölüm 2}
{the flying thoughts}

The screams and gasps that erupted from behind him were only a small fraction of the horror that erupted within him. She had actually done it. She had actually jumped.

"NESRIN!" he bellowed, horrified. His only instinct was to save her at that moment.

And so, he climbed up on the ledge with a new feeling this time, and leaped, despite the protests of people he considered idiots, falling after her.

The cold wind whipped at his face until he saw her land in the water, and he soon plunged into the water after, a long ways away from her.

His eyes were tightly shut, and he could feel the undulating motions of the water surrounding him; moving him. At first touch, he felt it shock him with its coldness but after the few seconds he was in there, he got used to it somewhat. He felt something like a headache settling in.

He took the chance and squinted, looking around until he saw Nesrin still floating down several meters ahead of him in the blue tinted light. She looked rather eerie, almost like a ghost. Her arms were raised above her head like something was pulling at them, and her hair looked like black snakes going out in all directions.

Nazım started moving his legs and swam towards her, but not fast enough, which frustrated him, and he blamed it wholly on the restricting suit. Once he got close enough he saw her eyes were closed with the hint of sorrow surrounding them. He got to grabbing her upper arm and securing his hold until he began to swim upwards to the surface. He was running on the one breath he took before jumping in after her.

The dock wasn't too far but it was becoming increasingly difficult having carrying Nesrin's weight and the weight of a tux that refused to cooperate with his high arm movements. He swam towards the dock, taking shallow breaths whenever he broke the surface and found himself not ten feet from it.

He was running out of air, and it felt like he was being suffocated slowly.

Nazım skipped going to the dock and went toward the shore, where he secured a grip on the rocks with his free left hand, and began climbing up despite shuddering violently. "Ah!" he let out a shout of pain from his hand having broken through glass with it, and some of the leftover shards were digging into his skin. He saw good amounts of his blood going down his hand but instead ignored it.

Suddenly, he felt Nesrin being lifted up, and he let them take her. Nazım climbed up the full way and pushed through the crowd surrounding Nesrin on the grass. Her hair plastered to her forehead. He tumbled to the grass and pushed away the hands going near her.

"Wake up," he panted. "Can you hear me?"

He took off his jacket and tossed it aside. Nazım shook her, shouting her name repeatedly but she just wouldn't wake up.

Following another thought, he checked for a pulse and found nothing.

"I don't understand." he muttered. Or at least, he didn't want to.