Stay with me

Chapter 1 When dreams come true

- From now on, our life will be like that. When the crowd disperses, we will stay. Only you and me.

They stood on top of a staircase in an incredibly beautiful room bathed in radiant light. Gorgeous groom and beautiful bride. Defne, dying in her heart, listened to the deep voice of her Omer, his heartfelt words. He looked with love and affection and smiled a happy smile.

- It's good that you are, my love ...

The light began to fade. Black smoke filled the room and bitterly penetrated the lungs. It became unbearably cold and scary.

- Omer, it all started with the game ...

His face darkened. The smile melted. Tenderness and happiness slowly disappeared from his eyes. Ice rage replaced them.

He raised his hand and pushed her in the chest.

She flew backward. The golden parquet underfoot suddenly turned into jagged seafront granite. The veil fell from the head and, caught up by the wind, with a long translucent ribbon swam over the strait. Dark water closed over her head, filled her mouth and nose, put lead pressure on her chest ...

Convulsively pulling the air in, Defne opened her eyes wide and jerked on the bed. Her heart thumped against the ribs. Cold sweat poured down her back, and thoughts were cramming into feverish fragments in her brain:

"Dream! It's only a dream ... is it a dream? "

Defne covered her face with her hands and wept.

Аlmost two months have passed аfter their wedding with Omer .

So said Nihan.

Defne believed her.

She herself did not feel the time. Days and nights merged into a gray, dense fog. There was no lumen in it, the rays of the sun were extinguished and the sounds died away.

Relatives tried to talk to her, but she heard only a deaf whisper.

Sometimes they tried to shove food into her. Serdar took her in his arms, put her in the dining room and ordered her to eat. She silently shook her head and then her grandmother began to cry. Her tears acted. Defne obeyed and poured into her mouth a couple of spoons of soup. Forcibly she swallowed and silently went to the balcony. She sat down in a corner, squeezed the phone in her hand with a death grip, looked to the end of the street, from where cars drove into their neighborhood, and waited.

There were so many in two months. Old, broken-down trucks, advertising-painted vans, bright yellow taxis. And only black, arrogant SUVs were not at all. Never, not a single one of them, large, reliable, and so painfully familiar, drove into their street.

And Defne waited. Silently. Without complaining, not angry, not lamenting. She watched unblinkingly.

She stared at the corner of the street with unblinking eyes and prayed in her mind. She asked Allah to send Omer his consolation and ease his pain. She begged to teach him forgiveness and trust. Soften a proud heart. Indicate the correct path.

She did not ask Him to return Omer's love. Not. She understood that she did not deserve i,t. She just wanted to explain everything and, perhaps, then her heart would calm down and the ruthless fire would stop burning her soul ...

But, whether the Lord was deaf to her pleas, or she asked for the impossible, or because she lied to herself - Omer did not appear.

And every evening, when her little sister took Defne from the balcony by the hand, another star went out for her in the sky, and a piece of her soul died in her chest.