Same, same but different!

Part 19

Ömer opened the car door, grabbed the bottle of water, and pressed it into her shaking hands.

Ömer: Drink. Slowly. (He waits, watching her chest rise and fall unevenly.) Tell me why that date made you feel like you couldn’t breathe. Please… talk to me.

Kıvılcım squeezed her eyes shut and took one step back, leaning her spine against the car as if she needed the metal to hold her up.

For a long moment, she didn’t speak.

And then...

Her voice cracked open.

Kıvılcım: It’s my fault.

Ömer frowned, taking a small hesitant step closer.

Ömer: What is? (Softer) Kıvılcım… what are you talking about?

Kıvılcım pressed her fist against her mouth, as if she could hold the words inside, but the dam had already broken.

Kıvılcım: I’m the reason Aslan went looking for comfort somewhere else.

Ömer’s breath caught, not in judgment, but confusion.

Ömer: I don’t understand. Tell me… tell me what you mean.

She wiped her tear-streaked cheeks, angry at herself for crying, but unable to stop.

Kıvılcım: Do you remember…
(She swallows hard) …when you asked me if I ever wanted a daughter?

Ömer nods immediately. The memory is fresh the softness in her eyes, the ache she didn’t say.

Kıvılcım: I was going to have one.

Ömer's heart drops.

She looks at him then really looks eyes hollow with years of carrying this alone.

Kıvılcım: She was a girl. Our baby girl.

Her voice breaks.

Ömer steps closer instinctively, but she lifts her hand, stopping him.

Kıvılcım: I lost her. (Her voice lifts in pain, almost a whisper) I fell down the stairs. I was trying to carry something... something stupid, something he told me not to touch and I slipped.

Her breath shudders.

Kıvılcım: She died because of me.
(Tears spill over) I killed our baby girl.

Ömer: Kıvılcım… No. No, you didn’t.

Kıvılcım shakes her head violently.

Kıvılcım: Two days after the miscarriage… (her voice turns hollow, numb) He went and slept with another woman.

Those last words hang between them like a blade.

Ömer feels his stomach twist not in judgment of her, but in rage and heartbreak for the girl she once was, bearing that loss alone.

He reaches for her hands, gently prying them open from the fists she formed.

Ömer: You didn’t kill your baby. You slipped. You fell. You suffered. (His voice breaks) And the man who should have held you… didn’t.

Ömer steps forward slowly, giving her every chance to push him away.

She doesn’t.

He pulls her into his arms not tightly, not possessively but with the gentleness of someone holding something fragile, something holy.

The street was quiet.

Too quiet.

Ömer pulled back slowly, brushing a thumb under her eye.

Kıvılcım: I have to get back...

The roar of an engine cut through her sentence.

Loud.

Wrong.

Ömer’s head snapped to the side.

A motorcycle shot out from the corner  far too fast, its headlights slicing through the rain-slicked street like knives.

It wasn’t swerving.

It was aiming.

At Ömer.

Kıvılcım gasped, a sound ripped straight from fear and stumbled back as the bike charged toward Ömer.

Ömer grabbed her arm, yanking her behind him as he sidestepped, the motorcycle missing him by inches, so close the wind of it slammed into them.

The rider didn’t even brake.

Didn’t look back.

Just sped down the road and disappeared into the night.

For a heartbeat, everything froze.

Kıvılcım: (breathless, horrified)
Ömer! Oh... Ömer!

Ömer’s jaw clenched, adrenaline firing through every muscle in his body as he reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone.

His voice sharpened instantly all warmth gone, replaced by the clipped, controlled tone he used only when something was deeply wrong.

Ömer: Can. I need you to find out who this plate number belongs to. Now. His voice dropped further. It’s urgent. Whoever that was, they just tried to hit me.

He read the plate number with precision, eyes still locked on the dark road where the bike vanished.

Kıvılcım’s hand touched his arm cold, trembling.

Kıvılcım: (voice shaking) Ömer… who was that?(Her eyes were wide, terrified) Who would do something like that?

He looked at her.

His mouth opened, then closed again, helplessly.

Because the truth slammed heavy into him:

He had enemies.

Enemies tied to secrets she still didn’t know.

Enemies tied to her past.

Enemies tied to Aslan.

Enemy tied to the foundation.

He swallowed hard.

Ömer: (quiet, unable to lie but unable to tell her) Kıvılcım… I...

His voice broke off.

His eyes dropped.

Stuck.

Caught between truth and fear.

Between guilt and protection.

Between her safety… and everything he’s been hiding.

The silence between them grew thick heavy enough to choke on.

Kıvılcım stared at him, horror slowly turning into something else.

Something worse.

Realization.

Mistrust.

Her voice came out barely above a whisper.

Kıvılcım: Ömer… what aren’t you telling me?

And he stood there, rain starting to fall again, the street empty, the motorcycle long gone...

and he had no answer.
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Hi #kıvmerciler 💋

Sorry for the late chapter, I had writers block. 😌

For anyone feeling like everything in this fanfic is going slow, it probably is. I just don't like rushing things. And if you're still here, it's going to be a roller-coaster. I have been dragging it, because we all know how kıvılcım will react when the truth come out.

Let me know how the chapter was ❤️