#edserxkiraz fic
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I'll Always Remember You
Summary: [AU Canon Divergence - if Serkan had met his daughter in the wake of a true tragedy]
Serkan's world is turned to shambles with devastating news. Mistakes etched in stone. Consumed with regrets he has to find a way to survive and be the father his daughter needs him to be in the wake of her mother's death when on he wants is Eda, smiling back at him.
[This will break your Edser heart. Consider yourself warned.]
A/N: I apologize in advance if this fic makes this cry but I did warn you. It's Serkan and Kiraz heavy with Edser dreams and flashbacks.Also I am no expert on the legal matters or turkey funerals and I am sure I got it wrong on so many levels and for that I apologize once again in advance.
âSerkan Bey!â Layla rushed into his office with an urgent look. The telephone clutched in her hand.
âNot now, Leyla!â Serkan said sharply. âI am in the middle of a meeting.â
âBut Serkan, they say itâs urgent and wonât stop calling until they get in touch with you.â Leyla insisted clutching the phone tight in her hands.
Serkanâs annoyance was high. He had been getting calls all morning from an unknown number and he ignored it because it was more than possible it was reporters and he did not want to deal with those vultures today.
He has been having a bad week ever since he woke up in a cold sweat, his heart hurting. He went to the doctor and was told there was nothing wrong with his heart. Furthermore, he couldnât explain it but there was an empty feeling inside him. An emptiness he never felt before.
He forced a smile for his clients. âIâm sorry for the interruption.â
He held his hand out for the phone and Layla nearly tripped over her feet in her haste to hand him the phone.
âHello,â he spoke sharply into the phone.
âAm I speaking with Serkan Bolat?â A womanâs voice echoed down the line. Her tone is professional.
âYes, you are. What is this about?â Serkan asked.
âMy name is Ayla Yavus and I am with Child Protective Services. I am calling on the behalf of a young child. Kiraz-â
âI donât understand.â Serkan cut her off. âWhy are you calling me? I have no children.â
âWell, according to Kirazâs relatives. You do. You are from their understanding her biological father.â
Serkan pushed his chair out abruptly and walked out onto the terrace. Layla followed, closing the door behind him.
âExplain,â Serkan demanded.
âKiraz is five years old. She was being raised by her mother in Italy unfortunately, the childâs mother was in a fatal car accident a little over a week ago. We had her in our custody for only a few hours before placing her in the temporary custody of her motherâs aunt.:
Serkanâs heart pounded, fear lancing through him. âAnd her motherâs name?â
âEda Yildiz.â
Serkanâs phone clattered to the floor as she spoke the one name he would have given anything for her not to have spoken.
His knees gave way beneath him and he caught himself on the ledge, sinking to the ground, he turned pressing his back against it.
âSerkan Bey!â Leyla called out in alarm. âAre you alright?â
âTell everyone to go home.â his voice was low barely above a whisper.
âSerkan Bey?â Leyla questioned.
Serkan looked up at her and Leyla fell back a step by the devastation written on his face. âI want everyone out of the building. Now!â His voice was loud, like a clap of thunder causing Leyla to jump.
There was something so terrifying about his demeanor that Leyla immediately rushed to clear the building.
Serkan didnât move, he felt like the world was falling away and not in the good way he remembers when he was with Eda.
He felt like everything around him was dying while he was left to suffer in agony in a world without light and sunshine, without flowers and kindness. Without his star and the beauty that brought him to life.
âSerkan Bey,â Leyla returned, speaking tentatively. âEveryone is gone.â
âI want you to leave too,â he said not looking up.
âSerkan Bey, I donât feel comfortable leaving you in this state.â Leyla protested, fighting back her fear of his anger.
Serkan looked up at her. âI donât care what makes you uncomfortable, Leyla. I want to be left alone,â
Leyla didnât want to leave him. Especially, after witnessing the devastation in his eyes but if she continued to refuse Serkanâs anger would erupt.
âOkay, if you need anything. I am a call away.â Leyla reluctantly grabbed her things and left the building.
Serkan wasnât certain how long he stayed there, but he felt the wind pick up as the sky began to rumble.
With an effort he pushed himself up, grabbing his phone from the floor, and headed inside.
Mindlessly, he climbed the stairs to his office, and pulling out a bottle of liquor off the shelf he kept for guests, he grabbed a glass, setting it down on his desk.
He moved to his safe, pulling out a box, not bothering to close the safe he moved back to his desk taking a seat behind it. He sat the box down and opened it.
Side by side incased in the fabric were his and Edaâs engagement ring, his platinum band with her name inscribed into it, and sparkling flower engagement ring.
He reached, his chest tightening as his fingers brushed her ring.
Serkan swallowed hard, the phone call haunting him. Eda was gone, leaving behind a child.
Their child. A child he never even knew about.
How was he supposed to handle this? He could barely hold it together after learning that the only woman he ever loved was gone.
How was he supposed to be strong for a child and raise her? What was he supposed to say to her? How would he look at her and see her mother and not break down every fucking time?
He was on a cliff and he felt like he was going to slip off it at any given moment.
His phone rang again and he reached for it blindly, not checking the caller id. âHello,â his voice was hoarse.
âMr. Bolat, this is Ayla Yavus. Iâm with-â âI know, we spoke earlier.â Serkan cut her off, he pulled the phone away to clear his voice and sound more presentable.
âI thought I give you some time to deal with the news from earlier. I know this is difficult-â
âDifficult? Itâs impossible. You have no idea what this feels like.â
âMaybe so but you need to pull yourself together and gather your strength. You have a little girl who is going to depend on you for everything.â Ms. Ayla replied matter-of-factly.
âHow is this going to work?â Serkan asked. âDo you bring her to me? Do I just take custody? Do I come to her?â
âAs I said during our first phone call, currently, Kiraz is in the custody of her motherâs Aunt, Ayfer Yildiz. While it is believed you are the father of Kiraz we will need to perform a DNA test and a background check to ensure it is safe for the child to be in your care.â
âItâs my child. Of course, she will be in my care,â What the hell did they take him for?
âAfter all this is taken care of you will come and take your daughter into your custody. Now, if you do not wish to take responsibility you can sign over your rights and custody will be given to Ms. Ayfer.â
âNo, I wonât be giving up my parental rights.â Serkan hadnât even seen a picture of his daughter but she was the last thing tethering him to Eda. There was no way he would let her go.
He knew absolutely nothing about raising a child but he knew he would do anything to protect her and give her a safe home. He would love her as much as he loved her mother.
âThank you for your time, Serkan Bey. We will be in touch.â the line clicked.
Serkan dropped his phone onto the desk and he reached for the bottle of liquor and filled the glass in front of him.
He made a few calls after downing the glass. Using his contacts to find out if a funeral has taken place and if not where and when. He needed immediate results.
When he ended the call he poured himself another drink and another.
Later he was awakened to the sound of his phone ringing. It was his contact calling to tell him that the Yildiz family was returning to Istanbul.
It was all Serkan needed to know. Ayfer was having Eda brought back to Instanbul to be buried next to her parents.
He didnât know how he was going to bring himself to attend the funeral but he owed Eda that much and so much more.
~*~ ~*~ ~*~
Two days later his head pounding and feeling like he had the worst hangover of his life, he was pulling up outside the cemetery, sunglasses over his face, dress in his best black suit.
He stepped out of his car and saw a gathering of people. There was a lot. He saw people from his company. Serkan wasnât surprised. Nearly everyone who ever met Eda became enamored with her. In his eyes, she had to be the most beloved woman in the world.
He scans the crowd and nearly froze, Melo stood next to Ayfer, a little girl in between them, she had her face, buried in Meloâs side, her shoulders shaking as she cried. His heart pounded painfully in his chest, his eyes bounced around and landed on the closed casket and he froze, ice keeping him still.
Then as he locked eyes with Melo, he was moving.
He turned away. He couldnât do this. He couldnât be here.
A hand landed on his shoulder.
His eyes snapped up and Engin stood before him. A frown on his face. âLeyla called and Ceren told Piril about todayâs services. Iâm sorry brother.â
âI canât do this.â Serkan shook his head.
âYou have to,â Engin tightened his grip. âFor Eda. You will do this. I know it means little right now but I am here. Right beside you.â
For Eda.
The words echoed in his head and he nodded slowly. This wasnât about him. It was about Eda and the respect she deserved from him.
He moved forward slowly, seeing more people he knew but couldnât bring himself to greet them. There were art life employees, Edaâs friends, Efe. Her grandmother and so many more people but he ignored them. He ignored everyone.
He walked up to the casket and placed his hand upon the wood, his mind working as an enemy against him as he recalled with perfect clarity what it was like to touch her skin.
His eyes slid shut and he could picture her so clearly, the light shining behind her, her smile bright, eyes shining, her dark hair falling down her back in long luxurious waves, her skin perfectly tanned.
His knees grew weak, an ache in his chest. He couldnât breathe, his vision darkened.
âSerkan.â Engin was there wrapping his arm around his shoulder, steadying him. âBreathe, brother. Breathe.â
Serkan shook his head. âI canât! I cannot. What right do I have to breathe when she isnât.â He shook Engin off and moved back toward his car. He couldnât do this. He couldnât watch them put his star in the ground.
âBrother!â Engin was hot on his tail.
Others had noticed his pain but it went unnoticed by Serkan. Babanne was angry that a Bolat had come and was being blocked by Efe. Ayfer wanted to make Serkan leave believing he had no right to be there but her path was blocked by Ceren and Fifi wanted to tear into him but was being stopped by Melo who stood in front of her Edaâs little angel holding tightly to her hand.
âYou donât understand, Engin!â Serkan whirled around. âShe was my breath and now sheâs gone. I cannot be here. Itâs too real and I need it not to be.â
Serkanâs fell back against his car, and his breaths came quickly. He recognized he was on the verge of a panic attack.
He slumped leaning against the vehicle heavily.
âSerkan, breathe,â Engin said and tried to show Serkan by taking a breath and releasing it slowly,
Serkan shook his head.
âSerkan,â Meloâs voice appeared suddenly and he froze, his eyes went past her to the little girl just a foot away, her cheeks wet with tears.
Melo crouched in front of Serkan and took his hand in hers. âSon-in-law. You need to breathe,â
Serkan looked at her blankly. âI donât want to.â
âI know.â Melo saw the pain in his eyes, he looked so lost. She knew him. She never truly understood why he and Eda couldnât make it work. But what she knew without a doubt was that Serkan and Eda had never stopped loving each other. âBut you have to. Eda would want you to.â
âEda,â Serkanâs voice trembled on her name. âSheâs gone.â
âI know but she loved you. She loved you until her last breath and she would want you to be okay and for that to happen you have to breathe.â
Serkan nodded slowly and took a shallow breath and released it, he did it again and again and again until he started breathing normally just as a soft voice penetrated the air, the voice of the little girl.
âMelo,â the child sounded so heartbroken and lost.
His eyes snapped back to the little girl. âKiraz?â
Kiraz stepped closer to Melo.
Meloâs lips trembled. âI see social services contacted you,â
Serkan nodded, frozen.
âAre you well enough to meet her?â Melo asked.
âIâm never gonna be ok again but I am well enough.â More so Serkan wanted to look in his daughterâs eyes and see Eda. He needed something solid that connected him to her to hold onto.
Melo nodded and gently took the little girlâs hand and urged her forward, âCome, Kiraz, I want you to meet someone very important. This here is Serkan Bolat, he was a very precious friend of your mother.â
The girl sniffled, taking small steps forward until she stood in front of Serkan. âAre you sad, too?â Kiraz asked. âMomâs gone and sheâs not coming back.â the little girl lifted a hand to her heart. âDoes your heart hurt like mine?â
Serkan couldnât keep the sob in even if he wanted to, his childâs heartbreaking words tearing it from his chest.
âOh, Serkan,â Melo murmured squeezing his hand.
âDo you want a hug?â Kiraz asked as her shoulders shook. âMom always said hugs were like bandaids for sadness.â
Serkan couldnât bring himself to respond as he pressed his hand over his heart that was so broken beyond repair he didnât know how it was still beating.
Kiraz tentatively approached Serkan and wrapped his arms around his neck.
Serkan was shocked and stilled but then this feeling overcame him and he couldnât explain it. All he knew was he was connected to this girl and even if he hadnât know the truth he would have felt it.
He wrapped his hands around the girl softly, and he heard her sniffle as her tears drip onto his neck, her shoulders started to shake. âMy heart wonât stop hurting.â
âIt will be alright,â he found himself trying to comfort his daughter, stroking her hair and rubbing her back. He didnât think he was going to be alright again but his child, Edaâs child needed to believe that it would be. She needed someone to be strong for her and hold her when she needed it.
Serkan didnât think it was possible but the pain in his chest became worst. He wanted Eda and he wanted to protect his little girl from the pain she was feeling.
The world was too cruel and he didnât understand how life could be so brutal and unforgiving to take Eda away from him and especially away from the little girl in his arms.
âShh, itâs going to be okay. Your heart hurts now but this will pass. In time you will find it wonât hurt as much.â he said and began whispering soothing words, even as his voice choked.
âHow do you know?â She pulled back to look at him with a tear-stained face, and devastated eyes.
Serkan wanted more than anything to be able to answer her but he couldnât. He said the words to comfort her but they were empty. He was certain the pain ripping through him would never stop.
Serkan looked desperately to Melo for help.
Melo moved closer and ran her hand soothingly through Kirazâs hair. âBecause pain like this doesnât last forever, we live through it, we survive and it makes us stronger.â Melo smiled weakly, a tear sliding down her cheek. âThe most important thing you have to remember, love, is that your mother will never truly be gone.â She placed her hand over her heart. âAs long as you keep her in your heart she will always be with you.â
Kirazâs shoulders started shaking again. a fresh wave of tears overtaking her and she reached for Melo.
Melo took her in her arms and stood. âSon-in-law, I know itâs hards but you should be here.â
Serkan stared at the broken girl in her arms and he nodded, forcing himself back to his feet on unsteady legs, he followed Melo back to the proceedings.
Engin kept close to him, ready to be there for him if need be.
During the proceedings, a small hand slipped into his and he clung tightly to it, he looked down at her and her shoulders were shaking as she cried silently.
He ignored Ayferâs and Babanneâs glares and lowered himself to the ground, offering her a shoulder to cry on and she took it.
It was then as he watched the woman he loved being buried, holding the child created in his arms that he knew with absolute certainty he wasnât going anywhere. He would do anything to protect his daughter from any more suffering.
He will never be able to make up for his mistakes with her mother but he could, protect her, raise her, love her. Do right by her.
And truth be told he needed her. He needed something to tie him to Eda.
Her small body leaning into his side was the only thing keeping him grounded.
~*~ ~*~ ~*~
Melo looked around Kiraz in her arms as she prepared to get in the car and leave. She looked toward Serkanâs car, knowing she needed to talk to him. There was so much that needed to be discussed. Especially regarding Kiraz.
He wasnât by his car but she saw Engin and Piril, standing next to it.
She looked back to Edaâs fresh grave and her breath hitched. Serkan was there, kneeling in the grass, his head bowed.
âIsnât momâs friend going to leave, too?â Kiraz sniffled.
âI donât think so,â Melo shook her head. âI think he wants to stay awhile with her.â
Kiraz squirmed out of her arms. âI want to stay too. Heâs hurting. Youâre not supposed to leave someone alone when theyâre hurt.â
âThis is a different kind of hurt,â Melo reaches to take her hand and usher her in the car but Kiraz was already moving away from her back toward Serkan.
She watched as Kiraz moved in front of her father, her little hands reaching up to wipe his tears before she put her arms around him.
Serkan went rigid but then he was folding forward and she watched as his whole body shook with grief, holding tightly to his daughter.
Melo lifted her hand to her mouth, her hand shaking.
She didnât know how any of them were supposed to get through this. She was barely holding it together but she had to for Kiraz.
Nothing was ever going to be like before again. It couldnât.
She only hoped Serkan and Kiraz would make it out on the other side. Together.
A/N: Did you cry? If you did I'm sorry. My muse is evil but I am a slave to her.
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