time to go to bed, Nazli asked Yusrah to sleep in her room. "Why? You've always said you lo

We could sleep here if you want..." She wasn't done when she heard the

d no choice but to do whatever it was that she wanted. She went to her room and brought out Abla's favorite pajama and

er fingers slowly roaming through her hair and Yu

r hair is this long, Abla. I know mine isn't an arm length shorter but still, yours always look more magnificent. Won't you tell me the secret

it makes me think you're referring to me." Abla said as she rest

ur names and I love my name even more." She chuckled at the sound Abla made and continued. "Do you know how the name came t

y brand. What would I name it to have it stuck to my brain that even if, god forbid, the business fails, I'll still use the name

for that. And that's no one but you, Abla. You're the reason why I'm alive, the reason why I have the kind of life I do and I'd forever be indebted to the kind of love

t whoever my parents are, they will certainly not love me the way you do nor would they take of me like you do..." She did

y were having this conversation for the umpteenth time, and each time, Abla made sure she assured her that she was her moth

he entire night talking about things Yusrah thought she may never have to share with her mother. And just be

portioned for me in this life? Don't tell me you'

you? And why now that you hate Hammad it's also taking a toll on you?"

ve an idea how

d a curse to feel way too much, Bebeğim." That was it, her heart always felt too much. Be it love or hatred, it just didn't understand what it me

nly a curse." She said with voice coated with too much pain for Wal

words, she sealed her mouth shut and Yusrah spent half of the night thinking of her life. And she kept th

d cry to his satisfaction. It was too much, seeing the way life was threatening to seize out of his father's chest was so terrifying that when Dr Abdul walked in, he kn

He cried with his heart on his eyes and he felt as the searing pain threatened to end his life too. He pulled out his phone and kept it by his side, because he

wondered who this person was and how inconsiderate he or she must be. Because certainly, it seemed to whoever it was that he ran here to have a moment

"Hammad," he called out softly and Hammad knew he had to build those firm walls around his heart to stop the next

t be, at least not in a few weeks or months. He could even be among the lucky ones to get

g a bit. "Thank you, Dr." That was all he could say, because thi

to stare at you for the last time. He wants you to be his last and if you can't always be by his side and running

eam his lungs out and tell him to stop. But he could use all the comfort he could get from those around him, and he didn't h

h better and he had asked of him now. They stood together but Dr Abdul walked to another patient and he wandered slowly on the long and cold corridors

fore he reached her and she was instantly out of his sight. He walked into the room and found his Abbi crying so hard as though he were a smal

g unsteadily in his ribcage and he wished he had

hearing the way Abbi's crying voice croaked, "I miss her, I miss her so terribly that it sometimes keeps me up at night,