Out of the blue.

As he was preparing for war, his mind dwelled in the memories of hours ago. If he is meant to die today, at least he will die happy. She has given him a glimpse of forever. In those blessed hours, she didn't run away from his presence, but stood beside him and shared the small details of their son. He could take in a goblet of her fragrance and still feel her warmth for being so close.

Traveling through memories is dangerous because the warmth he felt a second ago got replaced with the cold she emitted when she was covered in blood. Shaking his head as he put bullets in his glock gun, another phone call sent him away from the reminiscences. He became dangerous from whatever the caller announced.

"Hold him!" was all he said before taking the fueled gun. He stormed out of home, only to stop his furiousness before the divinity herself.

Sibel was coming towards him, holding baby Mert. He still held his gun in his hand, completely compelled by her presence.

" You better throw that gun away from this moment and forward, Sinbad!" she said, but it was more like an order.

He didn't think twice and discarded the gun, tossing the pieces into a desert well nearby.

"I'll do anything you want, Sibel. You name it, and I'll do it!" His heart was about to explode as he approached her, and she wasn't going back, but waiting for him.

"Good, because I have a request for you, Sinbad."

"Just don't be like that, Sibel," he bowed his head ashamed of his sins.

"I will never request that, Sinbad. Not anymore, since you gave me a reason to live!" His name coming from her without the hate she always added made his heart crack that rib cage.

"As I said, Sibel, ask anything, and I will do it without asking anything."

"Take Mert!" She carefully gave her son to his father. The boy immediately clutched onto Sinbad's shirt. She kissed his forehead, and tears found their way down her damp cheeks.

"From this moment, I am giving you the reason that keeps me alive, the reason I breathe in this world: to take care, to love him, to raise him, to make him a better man than yourself.

I failed to be his mom; my hatred destroyed everything. I tried to find a way to coexist with you, but my stubbornness won. I can't punish him for our mistakes. I can't feel anything for you, even holding him in my arms didn't change my heart toward you."

"Sibel, what are you trying to say?" He feared the answer, though.

"I am leaving Oriental, Sinbad. In the bag, you have my milk for two months; you know how to use it now. Here is my scarf; he loves my smell and can't sleep at night without my scent, especially when he gets angry. Put it around him to calm him down."

In this disc are some of my lullabies with my voice and piano tunes to help him sleep during the day. Monthly I will send scarves, my shirt, music, and gifts on his birthday so he doesn't forget me. But obviously, it will be in your hands to give them after he gets accustomed to you."

"I will give everything you send." He was broken and shattered as he held their son safely in his arms. Tears had made their way till they were touched by Mert's little fingers.

"He will dry your tears as he did with mine. I hope that when he grows up, he will search for me and can forgive me..." she barely held herself from breaking down.

"Sibel, I don't understand anything. Why are you leaving? If it is me who goes, I die, but please don't let us, don't let him!" His pleading voice came blurred to her ears as she stared through tears at Mert, who took hold of her scarf.

"I really wished to be a different kind of woman that would have it easy to leave everything behind but cursed me and my foolish pride, Sinbad." She used her hand to wipe away the countless tears as she said those words.

"No love, you are perfect just the way you are!" He closed the distance between them, towering over her frame, his words coming straight from his heart. She stepped back, looked at him, and took a deep breath.

"If you want my forgiveness, then you will have it whenever you come to me, whether I am alive or underground. If you hate me less because you took your share of guilt in this situation, I will forgive you for everything.

Otherwise, there will be no forgiveness for you!" The fire in her eyes when she faced his sins burned him alive more than the words she spoke.

"I don't have the power to stop your leaving, Sibel, but if it happens that you go before me to meet our creator, know that I will wait for Mert to be able to stand on his feet and I will come after you. Because in a world where you can't breathe, there is no value in my existence. Sibel, I love you now and forever!"

She nodded, taking his vows as the most sincere words she had ever heard from him. She stepped back a few meters, then turned and ran away from there, feeling like it was killing her.

He looked at her back, going like the wind, hoping that one day they would meet again and obtain her forgiveness.

She didn't turn back because she knew she would never go back there again, but after what happened, she couldn't allow herself to take a break.

Sibel paid a visit to someone that never thought would see her there before him with the truth of her life.

Sitting in the taxi that was sending her to the airport, she saw her broken fingers, the scars she made by herself that weren't bleeding anymore, but inside her soul was a scar that will never stop bleeding.

She didn't want anyone to accompany her; she asked for the first flight. Luckily for her, it was a flight to Italy. She had lived a year when she got to know Andrea.

She heard from friends in common that Andrea got married to a Montenegrin girl and they were expecting their first child. She was genuinely happy that he found a way to his happiness. Her heart seemed to have no more space for him or anyone else because Mert had taken over.

As she sat in her seat close to the window, her tears found their way down again but she didn't interrupt them at all; they could make a salt lake and still she didn't care.

With no clue on where to go first, she got out of Roma airport to take a taxi and go to the hotel her family used to stay at whenever they came to visit her, so she could start managing her life. While she was standing to pick a taxi, she got robbed...

***

Sinbad had a hard time controlling Mert's crying because he was crying too. He played her CD, and as soon as her tunes came to life, Mert stopped, but not Sinbad.

He still wondered what had happened that she left, boy, when her love for him was the purest thing he had ever seen.

Hours turned into a day.

Day by day, it turned into a week.

Week after week, it turned into a month.

A month passed, and she never called or announced her location. He waited for her scarf, but it didn't come. Another month passed, and his patience was over.

"Peri, I am going after her. She is a woman who keeps her promises. Something bad has happened to her, I am sure of it."

He said to her sister as she came to see her nephew and help him with his routine. As he was ready to take his car, her phone rang and she quickly answered, not recognizing the number, though it must be hers.

"Sibel, where are you, canım?" Peri said but couldn't hear the response as the phone got snatched by him.

"Peri, I am fine! I had some trouble when I first got here, I remembered your phone number and called you. Now I am fine. Don't worry!" She explained with a heavy breath and sobbing piercing her heart.

"I am fine, Sinbad! From now on, I will send my scarf and gifts." She continued, and as soon as he heard her voice calling his name, his heart was once again at peace, his lungs breathing in relief. She was safe.

"Do you need something, Sibel? Ask anything!" His sobbing voice was hitting a soft spot in her heart.

"When I send the scarves, please send me back his blouse with his smell on it. Please!"

"If you want, I will bring him to you, with Peri?!"

"No, I give him to you to take care of in the name of the love you claim to have for me. You are his father too, so please take care of him!"

"I will, Love! Remember, anytime you can come back and the door of this home will always be open for you. I know you don't like to hear my voice, but after I tell you about him, can you let me hear your breath five minutes every time you bring the scarves! I beg you Sibel!" His sobbing voice wasn't doing anything good to her poor heart.

"Deal!" She said, crying too.

Months passed and it became a year.

The years went by, becoming more than a decade.

What will happen now?