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Edim took quick steps on the road behind the house, after a while a car caught my eye ; a black Porsche. When I reached the front passenger door, Edim opened the door and almost threw me in before I knew who was inside. I had severe joint pain in my ankle, and while rubbing that part, I turned my head to the left to see who was sitting in the driver's seat. We met eye to eye with her, and I met eye to eye with the expression I saw in the eyes of that woman called Narcissus. To the feeling of guilt."Watch him, Yigit Omer," Edim pressed. My soul was terrified behind that door where it was hidden. "Don't miss this girl."At that moment his phone rang. Ed answered the phone. "Yes, Narcissus.""The cops are here," Nargis's voice was over the phone, and I found myself desperately hoping. Still. "They want to break into the house and search."“Of course, someone must have badly deceived them,” Edim said, looking me in the eyes, desperation censoring the hope I felt. "I'll be right back, don

I blinked a few times as I cautiously lifted my face from the ceiling, turned it to the right, and opened my eyes again. Then I tried to understand where I was. This was the first room Edim brought me to, so he took me out of the room he said he would pay the price for. Did that mean my sentence was over even though we didn't talk at all? As my whole body was in pain at every point, I slowly lifted both my hands up into the air as if doing damage assessment, looking outside and inside.My palms were swollen and red, and my fingertips were injured. My weak arms, revolting against being suspended in the air, fell to my sides again. I knocked on the door that was locked on me so much that I didn't realize that I was hurting myself. The drug crisis, though, was kind of like a trance, and most of the things we did without the feeling of pain at that time would only be noticed once the crisis had passed. My knees and parts of my torso were also filled with severe pain.I was still very tire

"So they..." The questions frightened me. I swallowed heavily. "Was he a friend?""Yeah, they were college buddies," he said without taking his eyes off the road .I slowly turned my eyes from Edim to the road that flowed like water under the car. Could you just kill your friend? No matter how drunk you were, was that possible?"I did..." I said suddenly, and hesitated abruptly. "What if you missed something that night, if it wasn't the way you knew it, but different?"Edim's whirlwind gaze suddenly turned to me, and he said in a stern voice, "What are you talking about, girl?" he snapped, a vivid dark rage that seemed impossible to hold back in his black eyes. "I'm telling you I saw it all with my own eyes, I can't be wrong."For now, I remained silent so as not to anger Edim further . Even though I didn't tell him, there were things in this story that didn't quite make sense to me, that although everything seemed simple, it was somehow complicated. A stinging pain stabbed into my he

Dean pushed back his gray hair. "He wants to withdraw the money he invested in tuition fees and cancel his registration this year.""What was the reason?""He had an elderly father who suddenly fell ill. He knows he has to postpone his schoolwork again this year because he'll be withdrawing the money for the hospital bills. He's already taken out on a student loan."After a few seconds of silence, Edim said, "Our company will give the girl a scholarship," he said, without further ado, a certain expressionless tone in his voice. "Make sure to return the money he wants and make sure he goes to school."The dean was surprised, actually, me too. And I suddenly wondered about his connection to this girl. As a result, Edim Demiray was not someone to engage in charity work. Did he realize how strange those words made him look?"The girl will be studying in a very different part of the faculty ," the Dean said, confused. "Your architecture company, on the other hand, includes students studyin

"I'm going out," I said, trying to get rid of him. "Let go of my arm, let go.""Calm down," he said in a firm voice.Feeling the strength in my legs slowly moving away from me, I said, "You brought me here just so I could meet your uncle, hear his insulting words, see his stern stern gaze with hatred." "You wanted me to feel bad, and you did. I feel bad.""Stop that bullshit, I didn't know my uncle was in the graduate program.""I don't believe you," I said as I greedily tried to push him away from his hard, impenetrable chest. "Not at all."Eddie suddenly let go of my arm. "Believe it or not, I don't care, girl!" he spoke sternly. "I don't have to convince you of anything."I fell silent, looking disappointed at the harsh indifference in his tone. The icy cold dark air in his eyes was tearing my senses apart. I was feeling so bad that I approached everything with a touchy and stupidly emotional approach. My feelings were so confused that I wanted him to fight me again to make me bel