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28. Gitme (Ep 33)

I don't have a Gitme one-shot yet, imagine that!! 😊

This picks up from the end of Ep33 when Esra gives him back the ring. I need all of this angst to be resolved quickly, so this one-shot attempts to do just that lol

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Ozan walked into the house a few hours after Esra had dropped the ring in his palm. He was hoping that if he gave her some space to cool-off her totally justifiable anger, she would reconsider. He opened the door and his heart sank to very bottom of his stomach - the eery quiet telling him everything he needed to know, even as he ran around the house screaming her name.

He drove like a madman to the mohalle, the only image in his head the one of Esra with tears in her eyes. Fuck! How did he always end up hurting her when she was literally the last person in the world he wanted to hurt.

He parked outside her house, and called her phone, like he had so many times before. This time she didn't pick up. He stood there for the longest time, trying again and again, his neck hurting from staring up at her window. Finally he sat down on the steps of the cafe, his head in his hands. He wasn't going to leave till he could speak to her, even if it meant sitting here all night in the cold.

Menekse finally came out of the house and tapped him on the shoulder.

"Go home, son" she said quietly.

"Please Menekse Anne, I just want to talk to her. I promise I will leave after."

Menekse nodded wordlessly and disappeared into the house.

He heart stopped in his chest when he saw Esra come out. Her face tear stained and angry.

"Esra..I..." he began.

She cut him short, "Yeter! I'm done Ozan. I cannot take your distrust and anger anymore. How could you even believe that of me? How could you accuse me of such a thing?"

Ozan hung his head in shame. He wasn't even going to try and defend himself. "I know. I'm truly very sorry. I will spend a lifetime making it up to you Esra. Please..."

She sighed long and deep. "It's too late Ozan. I'm so very tired. All of this was a mistake. Maybe I should never have come back from London."

"Don't say that!" he exclaimed. "I would never have known my son then."

Esra was immediately contrite. She hadn't meant it like that. "That's not what I.... Neyse, it doesnt matter now. Go home Ozan."

He grabbed her hands. "Don't take my son away from me," he begged, his eyes welling up. "He's all I have."

The tears slipped and rolled down his cheeks, and Esra felt a crack form in her armor. "Ill bring him to the house tomorrow. We can work something out after that. I don't intend to keep him from you."

He nodded. That is all he could ask for in this moment. It would have to be enough...for now. "Thank you."

He turned and headed for his car, catching a glimpse of his mother standing at the window watching them. He didn't acknowledge her - he didn't have the energy for her outrage right now.

Esra woke next morning and readied herself for work and Atlas for school. He was unhappy that he hadn't seen Ozan at night and she felt terrible that she was confusing him again, but she really couldn't cope with the heartache of seeing Ozan 24 hours a day and pretending everything was ok. Atlas seemed marginally mollified that he would see his dad in the evening.

Esra was getting breakfast from the cafe for Atlas when she saw Zumrut walking towards her. She squared her shoulders - she was so not in the mood for her shenanigans.