Stay with me

Chapter 37 - We will call her Emine

A ring was attached to the chain. Elegant gold ring. Not too expensive, but priceless. Ahtem would have recognized it from a million. He made it himself. For her, for his Laura. He put it on her finger and asked to become his wife. And she agreed. They were so happy until the moment when he decided to go to her father and tell him about their intentions. Laura asked him not to do this, to wait a little while both graduate and be able to leave Italy, but he took a chance. And lost. Lost Laura, as he thought, forever. Tore her out from his heart and thoughts, forced himself to hate her. He thought - she forgot about him...

But she loved him.

All these years, she loved and cherished his ring. She carried it near her heart and protected it at the cost of her life.

He sat on a plastic chair and clasped his head in his hands. He thought ... thought ... thought ... Recalled the past. The moment lived anew when Laura appeared in front of him in Istanbul, heard her words, saw her eyes, and his heart burned with fire. It was so numb for so long that now when it came to life and allowed itself to feel again, it hurt mercilessly.

They touched his shoulder. He removed his hands from his face and looked up. A familiar nurse stood beside him. She pointed deep into the corridor and said:

"You can go see Mrs. Laura." Seventh room.

He jerked up and almost ran along the corridor. Near the door with the number seven stopped. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. And then he resolutely opened it.

Laura looked at him with huge, sad eyes. There was a question in them, and Ahtem answered in the only right way - he went up to her, sat down on the bed, and kissed her. With trembling hands, he stroked her hair and shoulders, covered her face with kisses and whispered:

"I love you ... how I love you."

- Is this a dream? She whispered - Am I sleeping?

Ahtem pulled away and took her face in the palm of his hand. Looking into tear-filled eyes, he shook his head and answered:

"Not a dream, my angel." It's not a dream.

Tears rolled down her cheeks. He wiped them with his thumbs. Kissing wet cheeks and trembling lips begged:

"Don't cry ... please don't cry." Forgive me, the stubborn idiot ... it's my fault.

"What are you saying," she whispered in response and stroked his face. She looked into his eyes and asked: - You will not leave? Do not leave me?

"Never," he promised fervently. - Never, my love. I will always be here. Even if you drive me away, I still won't leave.

- Drive you out? I will cling to you and will not let you go for a minute or a second...

The last words were drowned in a kiss. Laura moaned quietly, and Ahtem pulled back in fright.

- Does it hurt you? Where? Did I touch the wound?

She shook her head and smiled happily:

- Not. It doesn't hurt. I feel wonderful. I'm in seventh heaven. And where was this burglar before?

"Don't joke like that," he pressed the index finger to her lips. "I almost died of fear." Why and where did you go so late?

- To the pharmacy. I had a headache, but there was no medicine.

- The head? - Ahtem leaned over and kissed her forehead. "Does it hurt now?"

- Not. So much painkiller poured into me that nothing hurts, - Laura reached for him and asked: "Kiss me."