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Not Guaranteed Tomorrow Oct 6, 2023 @ayaz--ates

There was a numbness that had taken over Ayda, one that she knew wouldn't last long, shock ridden with the news of Mr. Aksoy refusing treatment. The fact that in a matter of time she would lose another that meant so much to her, it gnawed at her.

She had opened the top of the shoe box that was given to her, not sure if she was ready to see what of her past laid within, but it was envelope with Ayaz' name that caught her attention. Slender fingers plucked it out, placing the top back on. She turned it over in her hands a few times, letting out a sigh.

Needing the fresh air, she grabbed the metro to head over to his flat with the envelope stuffed in her coat pocket. Her mind raced to what might be inside. What did Mrs. Aksoy have to say to him? Curiosity was eating at her, but she would never invade someone's privacy like that. It was between them.

She could have text or called Ayaz about it, arrange to meet up, but she wasn't sure if she was ready to face people yet. He would definitely ask questions and she wasn't sure about what answers she could give; not ready to acknowledge that they were gone.

The businesswoman managed to get into the building as someone was leaving, making her way up to his floor. Standing outside of his door, she pulls the out the envelope and slides it under his door, turning to walk down the hall and disappearing down the stairs before he would have a chance to catch her if he was home.

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Inside the envelope is the necklace that he gave Mrs. Aksoy to give back to Ayda and a picture of teenage Ayaz standing with Mrs. Aksoy.

Only Love Can Hurt Like This

The world seemed to be moving in different directions and she needed to decide which path she would follow. Her heart always seemed to tug her in one direction and now, that tug didn’t seem to be there. 

Berat had crossed a line and there was no going back after that. 

The Turk stood outside of a laser studio, something that crossed her mind when she was walking home one night. The next day she was able to secure an appointment for that day. Ayda didn’t want to have many days to dwell on it and somehow talk herself out of it. 

She stood outside of the studio, looking down at her wrist where his name was tattooed. If only she could go back in time and tell the eighteen year old her how life would turn out for her. The mess that she would be jumping feet first in. Would she have continued down the same path?

Taking a deep breath, her hands press against the door and steps inside, a smile on her face. 

“Hello, I have an appointment at noon for a tattoo removal.” The girl behind the reception desk nods her head, taking her name and within ten minutes she is brought to a room her wrist placed out one a side table coming out of the chair.

“This is going to hurt.” The woman told her, getting everything set up. “But with how small it is, we should only have to do one session.” That was a relief to hear. and she sucks in a breath of air, letting out a small hiss when the laser hits her delicate skin.