Stay with me

Chapter 2 - When dreams come true. Omer

"It all started with the game ..."

Gentle voice Defne trembles. She is so beautiful in the white dress of the bride, holding his arm and walking beside him. Very close. He feels hеr heart pounding furiously, how intermittently her breath pulls out of her chest, how tense her hand is on the crook of his elbow.

Her steps are getting slower ...

Games?

What does she say?

What game?

He stops and turns to her. He wants to read the answer to his question on her beloved face but sees only darkness. No Defne. In horror, he looks around. Looking for her gaze, but around there are only clouds of black smoke and ominous silence ... He rushes into this smoke and shouts:

- Defne !!!!

In a cold sweat, he tore off his rug and sat down in bed with a jerk. The echo of his voice floated through the darkroom. His mouth was dry and his head ached terribly.

Dream! This is only a dream!

The door swung open and an ultramodern LED chandelier lit up in the room. Its bright white light hurt his eyes and forced him to cover them with his hand.

"Omer," the alarmed female voice sounded very close, "what's wrong with you?"

He removed his hand and looked at the owner of the voice. She stood by the couch and looked at him anxiously. Slender, dark-haired, in a black silk shirt, she was too frankly and aggressively beautiful. But this beauty did not touch him. The eyes only indifferently fixed the fact, and the soul ... He no longer had a soul. She stayed in Istanbul ... near a pretty bride ... so touchingly beautiful, tender ... and deceitful.

- Why am I here? - he barely recognized his voice.

"You called me late at night from the bar." You were very drunk. The bartender picked up the phone and dictated the address. I took you and brought you to my house - the girl touched his forehead with his hand. - Did you have a nightmare?

Omer pulled his head back and stood up. In the eyes darkened, and the headache became unbearable.

"Do you have a glass of water and a couple of aspirin pills?"

The girl stepped aside and smiled knowingly, replied:

- Of course. Let's go to the kitchen. At the same time I'll make you a coffee.

He sat down on a chair near the dining table and in two sips he emptied a glass of effervescent liquid. It became a little easier. The girl put in front of him a cup of black, like his thoughts, coffee.

- Can you cook something? When was the last time you ate?

Omer tried to remember but in the memory of some incoherent passages.

To hell!

How much does it matter if he eats and when?

"No," he replied gloomily. - I do not want to eat.
The girl sat on the opposite chair and looked into his face.
- Omer, you look bad.
- Do not care.
He took a sip of coffee. Hot fluid fell into the stomach and burned a hole there.
- Yes, is it you? The girl screamed, and he grimaced at her voice. - You - Omer Iplikci! A titanium rod that will not scratch or break anything.
"She broke ..."
The thought was as bitter as coffee.

- Omer, listen to me! It's very scary and painful to find out that close people were playing with your life, lied ... And I understand you perfectly, - seeing the return, wary look, she sighed and explained: