The beauty and the Yabani

We are all the same

Yaman didn't find it in himself to sympathize with that man. Not now, not ever. But now was not the time to be angry. 

"Yaman... Thank you for listening to me. I thought I could sort my father out, send him to rehab and tell you about this later... But everything just went so wrong." Rüya whispered, looking at Yaman's face. 

"Rüya, I think you know this already, but I love you. I have not been able to think about anything else since we met. I always look forward to seeing you, I always look for you at the school gate... I think you have noticed, but I really wanted to say it to you. I love you, that's why seeing you like this is so hard. I just want to go to your house and beat that man up. I'm so angry...Seeing those injuries on you makes me go insane." Yaman whispered, looking into Rüya's eyes. He took her hands into his own and kissed the back of one of them.

Rüya looked at him, tears in her eyes with a surprised expression on her face. Then she smiled shyly.

"The things I feel with you are nothing I have ever felt before. Yaman, you feel so familiar and safe. I can't believe we met just a few weeks ago...Don't you think it's crazy?" Rüya whispered, now happy tears in her eyes.

"Tell me about it. When I saw you on that street on that day... I thought you were the prettiest girl I had ever seen. But what surprised me the most was how you talked with me. It felt like we were meant to meet that day." Yaman answered.

Now their noses were touching, and Rüya's hands were still in Yaman's hold. 

The situation felt crazy; the way Rüya ended up here, her story being told, the confession of love... Yaman's head could not keep up.

His heart tried, but it only resulted in his pulse increasing and his breath being caught in his throat. They looked at each other, flustered.

"I love you too." Rüya whispers and looks at his eyes.

Yaman released Rüya's hands and caressed the side of her face with his left hand, then moving it downward, towards her chin. 

"I don't know if this is the right time... But... Can I kiss you?" Yaman didn't know what else to say in this situation.

It was the only thing he could think about. Rüya looked at him through her long eyelashes and smiled slightly. When she nodded her head Yaman couldn't hold himself back anymore. 

Their lips met at first sloppily, then they got the hang of it. Rüya reached her right hand to the back of Yaman's head and used the leverage to pull him closer. It was the most incredible feeling Yaman had felt, better than he imagined in the past weeks, better than in the movies. 

When they finally pulled apart, the both of them were slightly out of breath and flustered. Yaman just kept staring at Rüya's perfect face, caressing her hair and smiling.

He gave a little kiss to the top of her nose. This made Rüya smile. She gave his chin a little peck in return.

Finally they fell asleep, laying on the bed face to face. 

In the morning Yaman felt disoriented. Then everything that had happened at night rushed into his mind. Right, Rüya came here in her pajamas, bruised up. 

Yaman opened his eyes and saw Rüya's sleeping face in front of him. Last night had been so eventful he didn't know what to feel.

He knew he felt rage towards Rüya's father especially now that he could properly see the bruises on Rüya's arms.

He also felt incredibly happy that they had come to an understanding about their feelings. 

The bottom line was: there's no way Yaman would let Rüya stay in that house again. No way in hell.