Leyla stood gawking. Her eyes shook the moment she stared at Kyleâs peaky face with his tousled hair and wrinkly clothes.
âDonât be like this, Kyle. Weâre nowâŠâ
âLetâs go anywhere. Letâs go somewhere where just the two of us can become happy. Letâs do that.â Kyle harshly grabbed her hand and dragged her while mumbling like a lost person, closing his ears.
Leylaâs fierce resistance only made Kyle widen his stride ahead without budging.
âMr. Remmer! Mr. Remmer! Look over there! Leyla is being dragged away!â
A gardener who happened to be nearby witnessed the scene and exclaimed. Bill shifted his gaze to the direction he pointed at.
Straightway, his face heated up.
Bill threw his pruning shears and frantically chased after Kyle. The baffled employees in tandem quickly joined the bandwagon.
âKyle Etman! Let go of her hand right now!?â
Bill shouted, as anger rose to the crown of his head, struck a chord like thunder. He slammed a punch in Kyleâs face without delay. Kyle slumped and fell, but he dared not release his grip on Leylaâs wrist.
In the gusts of wind, Leylaâs body also hit the dirt of the rose bed.
âLeyla!â
Bill screamed in shock and hurried to assist Leyla in getting up. She had scratches on both of her cheeks and the back of her hands from thorny roses.
Kyleâs spaced-out eyes began to gradually regain their focus. He got to his feet, ghastly-faced, after seeing Leylaâs face smeared with blood in his sightline.
âLe-Leyla! Are you okay? BloodâŠ.â
âIâm fine.â
Leyla pushed Kyleâs hand away from her face.
âYou look more hurt.â
âNo. Iâm not âŠ.â
Kyle then looked at his shirt and bleeding hands. He felt a throbbing pain in his cheek and the back of his neck, but he ignored it.
âUncle. Donât worry, Iâm fine.â
Leyla hurried to stop Bill before he approached Kyle again.
âKyle.â
She carefully spoke. Her swollen, glassy eyes captured his face.
âThere is no such place.â
Leylaâs smiling lips quivered slightly at the corners. Her soothing tone of voice concealed her crimson eyes and heated cheeks.
âThere is no such place in the world, Kyle. Thereâs nowhere in this world where just the two of us can be happy.â
âLeylaâŠâ
âItâs too hard for me if you insist like this. I donât know how much longer I can stand it.â
âPlease, LeylaâŠ.â
âSo take care of yourself. Donât worry about me, Iâll be fine too.â
âHow could I be fine without you?â
âGo to college as plannedâŠ..study hard, and stay healthy. Then, become a good doctor.â
Leyla gave Kyleâs wounded eyes a good stare. Bitter tears that trickled down her cheeks had glistened her face in sadness.
âMy Kyle. My good friend, Kyle Etman. I want to see you in that light.â
A single drop of grief welled up from the corner of his eyes. Kyle swallowed the sobbing with his teeth gritted and stared at her with reddened eyes.
âIf youâre doing well, I will be fine too. We might be able to greet each other with a smile as time passes by.â
ââŠSorry. Iâm sorry, LeylaâŠâ
Kyleâs gut-wrenching sobs that tore apart his chest escaped from between his lips.
âI, it was all my fault. Because of me, you⊠Iâm so sorry.â
The sunâs piercing light descended on him like shards of broken glass. Kyle collapsed to his knees like crushed rose petals strewn over the ground.
Leyla shook her head and crouched before him.
âNo, Kyle. Donât say that. I donât resent you. How can I hate you?â
âLeyla.â
âSo, take care. You will, right?â
Kyle gasped as if he was being strangled and hugged her tightly.
His dread erupted in a torrent of uncontrolled sobs. Blood and tears dripping from his wounds marred Leylaâs white blouse.
Bill let out a long sigh. He withdrew his gaze, unable to bear the sight of the two youngsters hugging. The workers a few feet away also did the same.
With resentful eyes, Bill glanced at the sun blazing down on him in the blistering heat. He longed more than ever fqor this bitter summer to elapse ere long.
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Kyle Etman left for the capital sooner than scheduled.
The Etman household put forward a flimsy reason that they had to prepare for college entrance, but no one believed it.
On the morning of Kyleâs departure, Leyla woke up earlier than usual.
KukukukukuâŠ.
A bird chirping could be heard from the outside. Leyla turned her head to follow the cries and saw Phoebe sitting on her window ledge.
She put her glasses on, ambled up to the window and flung it open.
The birdâs ankle was tied along with a scrap of paper. Phoebe was trained as a homey pigeon to fly between her window and Kyleâs room. Leyla didnât have to candle who the letter was addressed to.
She hesitated a while before carefully opening the letter.
Leyla, Iâm leaving for the capital today.
Iâm travelling to where I was supposed to go with you. But like a coward Iâm leaving alone.
I wonât say this is better for us by telling you a plausible lie. Eventually, Iâm running away.
Iâm turning a blind eye to the messed up reality and leaving you behind. I lack the courage to assure you that everything is fine.
Iâm sorry.
I know very well that my apology canât wash away your wounds. Still, I want to convey these words.
Iâm sorry for all the pains my mother foisted on you and for my inability to stop her. I was too naive to think that everything could be sorted easily, deaf to your feelings, I ended up hurting you.
Iâm sorryâŠ.I realized my mistake.
But Leyla, Iâll be back.
I wonât be too late. Iâll make sure to return to you soon.
You may be right when you said that thereâs nowhere in this world where only the two of us can be happy.
But Leyla, if there is no such place, Iâll ensure that I create one on my own. And Iâll bring you there.
Until that day, I will be doing good, just like youâve asked of me.
So take care of yourself too.
My beloved Leyla, Goodbye.
âŠ.
Leyla read through Kyleâs handwritten letter slowly. The dawning wind ruffled her bushy blonde hair, which draped politely over her cheeks.
After a long pause, Leyla turned away from the window. She stowed the letter inside her desk drawer and hurriedly started her morning rounds.
***
It was an insanely hectic day. Leyla meticulously cleaned the entire house as if a single speck of dust wouldnât be tolerated to stay on the surface of any place. Her kitchen was brimming with delectable food that she had cooked herself.
Before long, Bill returned to work after lunchtime, and a couple of Arvisâ workers who were close to them came to the cottage.
âLeyla, are you alright?â
Mrs. Mona worriedly asked as she handed out a basket full of luscious cookies and pastries.
âYes, Iâm fine.â Leyla flashed a smile and gladly embraced the gift. âThank you, maâam. Kindly go in and have a cup of tea.â
âTea? Oh.. thereâs no need to bother really.â
Mrs. Mona shook her head. Other coworkers nodded in tandem with her.
âThatâs right! We just wanted to know whether youâre fine.â
âYes Leyla, donât be sad. First love doesnât always come true. Iâm sure youâll find a better man than KyleâŠâŠ.â
âHey, itâs almost time! Letâs go back soon. I have to prepare for the duchessâ tea time.â
Mrs. Mona swiftly cut her off as she glared at the maid whose words were about to cross the line.
Leyla saw them off and went back to the kitchen with a heavy basket. She carefully took out the cookies and cakes from the basket one by one and arranged them nicely on the table.
Suddenly her hand stopped. She momentarily froze upon seeing a toasted cracker with a peach jam filling.
It was Kyleâs favourite cake.
Leyla vacantly looked across the table to the chair where Kyle was usually seated. The day when the three of them dined together at this table would never return.
That lone chair evoked pleasant memories in her thoughts. The time of their delicious good feasts, warm dim lights and loud chatter on the table. All of it had now gradually perished into a gulf of silence.
Leyla blinked and rushed to tidy up the basket before leaving the cottage. She grabbed her well-used sling bag and the hat hanging in front of the rear door and made her way to the forest trail.
**
Fennel. Yorkshire Fog. Buddleia.
Katydid. Green Linnet. Swallowtail.
Layla went along the path, whispering the names of the flowers that were blooming. The clinking sound of the stuff in her bag chimed along with the mumbled names of mother earth as a cradle song.
After a long trek, Leyla stopped at the foot of an idyllic tree standing on the banks of the Schulter River. She immediately began climbing it to the summit and perched between the thick branches of the wooden trunks.
Leyla stared at the bend of the blue Schulter River through her empty gaze.
The sparkles of the water scales made her eyes feel cold.
*.·:·.â§.·:·.*
âAs you said, master, it has been handled well.â
Hessen, who turned back after a short phone call, said. Matthias gave the nod as he had grasped the meaning of the word without the butlerâs explanation. His gaze remained patched on the river beyond the colossal window.
âThey will notify us by telegram today.â
After concluding the report, Hessen moved on to the next agenda; the dinner scheduled for the following week and the guest list. The visit of Count Brandt. The issue of workforce expansion. Daily reports and Matthiasâ pithy answers were sequentially layered on top of one another.
âThen sir, Iâll take my leave now.â
Hessen left the annex after everything was done.
Once alone, Matthias descended the stairs connecting to the bottom floor.
The pavilion was built in the shape of a floating house on stilts. Half of the ground level was devoted to a boat hangar, designed to be openly attached to the river. Matthias could simply cross the river anytime he pleased by untying their ropes and rowing over.
Matthias stripped off his clothes on the hangarâs floor and dived into the water. As he swam across the arched foyer, the dazzling sun soon devoured his nude body bathed under its light.
Matthias let the gentle stream of the river cling to his flesh. Through his flexible stroke, he looked like a part of the river at first glance.
The lingering attachment that he couldnât have was bound to grow into a bigger and tougher desire beyond his control, even if he believed, he would soon become tired of it once he had it. And Leyla was no exception.
Breathing hard, Matthias reached that conclusion. He felt silly for getting carried away by the ephemeral hankering. Still, he graciously accepted the desire to have her.
And now, nothing could stand in his way.
He was free to do anything he pleased.
The male lead who failed to protect their puppy love had eventually left, and Leyla was abandoned in the forest at the end of their fairytale.
Everything in his world had been back to its proper place, in a perfect line, just as he wished.
By the time he turned around and began swimming back to the annex, the slanting rays of the setting sun had tinted the sky a warm orange.
Matthiasâ eyes narrowed at the riverâs edge when he saw the familiar, beautiful tree. Ridiculously, there was a woman present, where he casually cast his gaze.
Leyla Lewellin.
He chanted her name silently like a spell, sending ripples over the waterâs surface.