MERT'S DECISION
It was early morning. When Kerem arrived at the mansion he found Mert in the garden, sitting under the plane tree, a coffee cup in his hand. He was not drinking it. Only holding it. Kerem sat beside him. For a while neither of them spoke. There were birds. There was wind. Istanbul existed in the distance with its usual noise, making no reference to anything happening beneath it. "When did you decide?" said Kerem at last. Mert looked at the coffee. "When I was telling Atlas to leave. When I said 'go' and the word came out so easily." He stopped. "No, earlier than that. The night Selin locked the door. When she said 'you may have no feelings.' She was right. I am protecting Selin but I am not doing what is right for her. The right thing is something else." "What are you going to do?" Me
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