Four months had gone by and Serhat still felt like he was floating right on by life. Fall was in the midst... perhaps in its end... and the colors of the trees had changed. Not only had the leaves changed, but his marital status had also changed. The ring on his finger was no longer the one he exchanged with Yildiz, but rather a new one that Melek had urged for the both of them to get. He was engaged for the second time in his life and Serhat admitted to himself that he didn’t feel as happy the second time around as he did around the first time.
Finally having days off, Serhat strolled around a park alone where he delved into his thoughts. He still felt empty, especially when there were trees around because they reminded him of the small brunette that used to carve their initials into them.
Thinking about Yildiz was a daily thing. There was no helping it. Serhat still felt a little bit black and white against his colorful background, but there was no helping it. All the blood and the color seemed to have drained out of his life when he opened the door and saw Yildiz’s lawyer standing in the hallway. At first, Serhat had thought it was about their impending divorce. In a way, he had hoped that Yildiz had changed her mind, which would have given Serhat the excuse to call everything off. But life was cruel and it wasn’t so.
The lawyer was there for something more grim; something more morbid. And even before the lawyer could go into the details of property and money, Serhat had broken down on the floor.
They told him it was brain cancer.
It wasn’t a cold. Serhat was angry for the longest time at his deceased wife for lying. He was angry because of the fact that Yildiz never even bothered to tell him that she had been suffering all along. It was after the news that everything made sense.
Yildiz’s strong and painful headaches, her slowness, her weakness, her fatigue, her forgetfulness, her clumsiness, and Nida’s overprotectiveness began to click and piece together. And still she had the strength to smile and pretend like everything was fine, and that was the fact that stabbed Serhat right in the heart. Yildiz had been suffering and deteriorating, and he had the cruel mind to hurt her even more by asking him to sign divorce papers.
It had taken Serhat time to recover, but he knew that he never would. His mistakes were branded on his soul and it was something he couldn’t erase. His regrets stayed with him all that time. He regretted not listening to his heart; he regretted being too busy to nurture their relationship; he regretted putting work over his own wife; Serhat regretted so much that it pained him to a point of insanity.
But, he had to move on no matter how much it hurt.
He took a deep breath and looked up at the sky, watching as his breath created white smoke in the cold weather. Heaving his shoulders, he kept on walking in the direction of home, which, to him, wasn’t home. Home was the tiny estate out in the country that he had once shared with Yildiz. Home wasn’t in the city. It never was.
As he walked, he kept his eyes down until he reached the end of the block. Along with other people, he waited for the walk signal to turn on. In his wait, his eyes wandered until it hit a large chain bookstore right behind him. He would have looked on and ignored the store, but the face and name in the display window caught his eye.
The walk signal turned on. People walked. Serhat walked the other way.
He entered the store and immediately went to the stack of new books. Taking one, his eyes studied it as his heart raced and clenched.
It was Yildiz’s last book. The one she wanted Serhat to read.
With no hesitation, Serhat immediately took the book to the counter and bought it.
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That night, as Melek worked throughout the night at the office, Serhat read the book and cried. When he read the author’s note in the beginning, he didn’t understand why Yildiz had chosen to write it until he read the story. By the time Serhat had read every word and had closed the book, tears streamed down his face as he realized that the book was their story, but with the ending that both he and Yildiz had secretly yearned for in their hearts.
“A certain giant would always tell me that it's pointless to cry at the end of movies that don’t end the way we want because it wouldn’t change anything, and I would always ask him what was so wrong with wishing for a different outcome.”
Unable to take any of it anymore, Serhat tossed the book on his bed as he took his jacket and left the apartment. And beyond his knowledge, when the book landed, it opened to one of the last pages where Yildiz had typed her final message.
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Short StorySerhat and Yildiz This story is not created by me but someone else for another couple, I just copied them and changed it to YilSer. All credit goes to original author of the story
