You Are Mine

You Are Mine (One-Shot)

Our mother. Our mom is what we have in common.

How could Can forget? Emre always brought her up. Up until some time ago, he thought that was his worst habit. Turned out he did not know his own brother anymore.

Maybe he never did.

A sudden rush of memories of both of them spending time during vacations invaded his mind. It took him a while to figure out why he could not see Emre as much as he wanted.

He loved spending time with his brother, but he only got to do it twice a year. They were always looking forward to the time when they could be more in each other's lives. At least Can did. How could he not want his brother next to him when he had so little people around him during his whole life?

What happened to both of them?

How would he explain everything to his father? He hoped he did not have to say anything, that way his father could enjoy the time away he asked and get well soon.

Why were they not the family they were supposed to be?

A noise not far startled him out of his thoughts. He took his small lantern out of his pocket and went to investigate. You could never be to be careful in these parts during the night...

He bumped against someone. A woman. Who would be walking around these parts when it was so dark?

Sanem.

Of course.

It was like déjà vu. She is like a song, one that he could not get out of his head. Every time he thought that he would be able to forget about her one day, she crept up inside his head, without rhyme or reason.

He still did not know exactly why he suggested that they became friends. He knew he was not ready for them to be what they were before to each other. Friends seemed such a common definition for them.

There was nothing common about them. What they had was extraordinary.

He did not like being on this limbo. He liked to know where he stood in everything he did in life. Moreover, it was so hard to be friends with someone so precious to you.

Especially when every time Can looked at Sanem, he still saw was everything he wanted to have.

'Sanem?!'

What the hell was she doing here alone?

'Can?!!! Can Bey?!!!'

And they were back to Can Bey... She seemed a bit flustered.

'Sanem, what are you doing here?'

Is she? No... She could not be...

'I... I was talking a walk. Walking in the arms of mother nature.' She was using her hands a lot.

Yep. She was drunk.

'We had ourselves a bit to drink, huh?'

As wrong as that was, he loved when she was a bit tipsy. It was when she was the most honest with him.

'Fruit juice, yeah.'

'Fruit juice?'

'Yes.'

'Are you sure this is really... ?' How did she always end up in these situations?

'Yes, it's fruit juice. Ms. Deren made it especially for me.'

Deren, huh? Why would Deren want Sanem to get drunk? He took the bottle from her hands and immediately smelled the alcohol in her fruit juice. He nodded his head.