Serkan, recently divorced, has fought to overcome a tragedy. Feeling responsible for the death of his son and the end of his marriage, he's suffocated himself with work. What has kept him afloat is his best friend's unending support and an unlikely...
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1. Eda via Insta Post, 23 November: "Frozen Time ❄️."
2. Eda via Insta Story, 29 November: "This dress belonged to me when I was little 🥹."
3. Eda via Insta Story, 1st December: "Working on our garden 🪴"
4. Eda via Twitter, 4th December: "Ceren was promoted!!!🎉"
Serkan's Post on Social Media:
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1. Serkan via Twitter, 27 November: "Silly Times" @edayildiz
2. Serkan via twitter, 30 November: "Me, picking apples, while Eda, Melo, and Kiraz take a nap" by Kiraz.
3. Serkan via stories, December 1st: "Rumor has it that we are both five 😂"
4. Serkan via Insta Post, December 4th: "Everyday is a good day to fly!"
🌟EDA POV 🌟
Two weeks went by, and I developed a new routine.
Serkan came to pick me up from home every morning, and we drove together to Art Life. I'd go from Art life to the shelter and from the shelter to the flower shop. My days were so busy that I didn't even have time to reminisce about school.
Since Serkan had said that I was his friend, he'd made every effort to truly demonstrate that he considered me a friend even though I lived to provoke and taunt him. We had coffee together every morning and lunch almost every day. And we started talking about everything, not just work.
The project we were working together on was gaining shape, and I felt happier and more at ease at Art Life with every day that went by.
I was learning so much!
The only bad thing about all this was that time was passing way too quickly, and soon my freelance contract would come to an end. I was terrified of what that would imply.
