Arda
midnight. The rain was hitting the glass slightly. The noise of the city was already silent, but Kerem's heart… He didn't know to be silent. The hall was dark. Only the light of the phone screen was on. He tried to ignore the message, but failed. Even though his fingers trembled, he opened the screen. Arda: Look, baby. Throw as much as you want. I am not bothered. I will come to your door and you will go down. If you don't get off, I will come and play the door without ignoring that the family is at home. I'll take you and run away. Kerem made a sound from the edge of his lips. A scrambled smile. But it wasn't like that. He was throwing his heart like he was crazy. Arda's dark, sharp but familiar voice echoed in his brain. That tone that he has escaped and printed for years. He would only call him like this: "My baby." He shook his head. "No. No softening this time." But his eyes shifted to the window. And it was there. Next to the jet black car, under the rain, the collar of the coat is raised. He wasn't smoking this time. He just raised his head up, staring at Kerem's room
About Arda
midnight. The rain was hitting the glass slightly. The noise of the city was already silent, but Kerem's heart… He didn't know to be silent. The hall was dark. Only the light of the phone screen was on. He tried to ignore the message, but failed. Even though his fingers trembled, he opened the screen. Arda: Look, baby. Throw as much as you wan...Read more