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Dinner was delicious, despite the fish staring up at me like it had a starring role in a horror movie. Of course, it helped that the waiter kindly de-boned it for me and fashioned a small hat out of a napkin to make it more palatable.
As we step out of the restaurant, I am surprised to find that Roxe’s weather forecast is spot on. The storm has blown over, leaving us with a beautiful, clear night. The moon was shining brighter than a diamond in a Tiffany’s display case, and the sea was so still, I could see my reflection in it. It’s as though Istanbul is now on my friend, conspiring to help us make it back in time for the wedding.
We decide to walk back. The thought of being confined in that golf cart with my food baby is simply unbearable. Plus, I need to burn off some calories if I’m going to fit into my bridesmaid’s dress tomorrow—and Iamgoing to be at Ginny and Aydin’s wedding—one way or another.
Arriving back at the house, I slip off my trainers and fall into the nearest sofa. Kaan and Zeki are chatting away in Turkish so I let out a contented moan and rub my stomach, happy to just chill and digest. Just as I am about to drift off into a blissful food coma, Roxe appears with an acoustic guitar. “Look what I found the other day!”
Kaan’s eyes light up as he recognises the instrument. “That’s a Martin D-28. Where did you find it?”
“In the attic behind a literal wall of old boxes.”
Kaan can’t contain his excitement as he grabs the guitar and sits down in the armchair next to me. He turns the guitar over, examining it closely before playing with the tuning pegs and strumming a few chords. “Elvis played the D-28, did you know?”
Leaning back in my chair I watch Kaan tinker with the guitar. It’s fucking sexy.
“Play me something new, little brother.”
I can see the inner turmoil written all over Kaan’s face. He’s been doubting his song writing skills since our first meeting. He truly believes he’s terrible. I’ve watched him struggle with self-doubt since we met, and it’s heart-breaking to see. His talent is evident to everyone but himself, and it’s like he’s locked in a never-ending cycle of negativity.
Roxe knows just how to push her little brother’s buttons, though, and I can tell that Kaan won’t be able to resist her for long.
As Kaan sits there, lost in thought, Roxe moves closer to him and places a hand on his shoulder. “You have a gift, and you need to start believing in yourself again.”
Kaan’s expression softens, and I can see the spark of hope in his eyes. “You always know the right thing to say.”
“Please play something for us, little brother.”
A muscle jumps in his jaw as he reluctantly begins to strum a familiar tune. It’s the same hauntingly beautiful melody he sang for me in London.
After a few moments, he starts to sing in a low, raspy voice, pouring his heart and soul into the lyrics:
In this twisted dance we play, two broken souls entwined in disarray.
We’re trapped in a whirlwind of desire, fighting the demons that conspire.
But in the chaos, we find a connection, a love that defies all convention.
You see through the mask I wear to the world.
You’re the razor’s edge, cutting deep into my skin.
I crave you like an addiction, your passion is my affliction.
Tell me you feel what I feel.
Tell me this isn’t a dream.
The shattered pieces of your heart lay in ruins beside you.
But mine is the one that is bleeding.
As we collide and break apart, our love remains a work of art.
In the darkness, we’ll find our light.
Forever entwined, through every fight.
