Geneva
I can’t face Demir. I am just staring at the distance in front of me, my thoughts running a thousand a second, and every single one of them is killing me. Ian is not saying a word either as he helps me get back inside the house. Demir follows put, a heavy expression on his face as his eyes dart between us.
Inside, Ian helps me sit on the fancy couch which looks extremely out of place in this otherwise old-fashioned house, and I try my best to avoid Demir’s gaze like my life depends on it. I am slightly shaking and I don’t know what to say or do, I have no idea how to make it better. Of all the things I expected… I don’t think I have ever felt this sick to my stomach before and I’ve been through some nasty s*hit. But the thought of telling Demir and breaking his heart too…
He’s lo
