Esma pushed Erhan's hug which coated her with uneasiness. It was not that she loved him no more but she was afraid her love for him would grow stronger through the warmth he gave.
Erhan protested not the way she treated him; he inquired of her ignorance. "Why did you ignore my texts? Do you know how worried I was not hearing everything from you?"
Still straightening at her spot, Esma seemed not interested in answering Erhan's question; she looked away instead to hide the discomfort in her heart. Her expression failed her for her eyes could not tell a lie about how guilty she was toward Erhan who did nothing wrong to her.
"Say something, Esma. It's even better for me to face your mockery than your silence. It hurt me."
"It's over." Her voice trembled behind the words she forced herself
