He was slipping away from me again. I could see it in his eyes......that same darkness, that same hunger for blood of someone who tried to harm his loved ones
“You will stop”
My voice came out shaking, but I meant every word. I would not let him become the monster they tried to turn him into. I would not let him throw away everything we have fought for
He looked at me like he didn’t even recognize himself anymore. There was blood on his face, pain in his eyes, and that terrible sentence hanging between us
"I couldn’t protect her"
In that moment I understood. This wasn’t just rage. This was guilt eating him alive. He was ready to destroy himself because he believed he had failed🙃
I couldn’t let him
I grabbed him, I held him, I refused to let him go. Even when my own tears wouldn’t stop. Even when my hands were shaking. Even when part of me was terrified of how far he had almost gone
Because this man — this broken, burning, stubborn man is mine. And I will not lose him to his own demons
Not tonight
Not ever
I will be the one who pulls him back. Every single time.
Even if I have to slap the darkness out of him:)
#arafta
Eylül might have faced harshly but has no idea what was his abi without her, he planned the whole revenge, hurt his only love,cried silently ,battled within himself,cried alone with her.I know it will take time for Eylül but she will surely understand her abi.
#arafta#araftaS2
even with fear all around her, her heart still chose Ateş. the moment Nezir shouted she instinctively moved closer to him as if he was still the only place she felt safe. That's what makes this scene so heartbreaking-some trusts remain even after everything💔
#arafta • #MerTeş
I thought I had prepared myself for the truth.
I was wrong. One confession.
A few careless words from the man who destroyed my life...
and suddenly I can't breathe.
My mother. My father.
They were ripped away from us.
And Eylül, my little sister.
She wasn't allowed to live long enough to dream, to grow up, to laugh the way children should.
All these years I kept running.
Fighting.
Telling myself that if I found the people responsible, maybe the little boy inside me would finally stop crying.
But revenge doesn't give childhoods back.
It doesn't bring mothers home.
It doesn't let little sisters grow up.
Then I see them.
A small boy with frightened eyes and a little girl whose hand I promised I'd never let go.
They walk toward me.
No anger. No blame.
They simply wrap their tiny arms around me.
And that's when I break.
Because I'm not Ateş Karahan anymore.
I'm just him.
That terrified little boy standing in the ruins of his home, desperately trying to shield his sister from a world that had already decided to take everything.
"I'm sorry..."
The words barely leave my lips.
I couldn't save you.
I couldn't protect you.
I couldn't keep the promise I made when I held your tiny hand.
I grew up believing that if I became stronger, strong enough to frighten monsters, they could never hurt us again.
But they already had.
And no amount of strength can travel backward in time.
I look at the little boy holding me.
His eyes are mine.
Eyes still waiting for someone to tell him everything will be okay.
I want to lie to him.
I want to tell him we'll save Mom.
We'll save Dad. We'll save Eylül.
We'll have birthdays. Family dinners.
A future.
But I can't.
Because I know what comes next.
So instead, I hold him.
The child I never got to be.
The child I couldn't save.
And I mourn for all three of us, my sister, my younger self, and the man who spent his entire life trying to outrun a tragedy that had already stolen everything.
#arafta