Chapter 17

Memories of when I helped Reyhan from a group of boys who tortured him came in the form of my sleeping flower. I woke up entirely with a feeling of pain gripping inside of me. I turned my face to the side where Reyhan was sleeping, but he wasn’t there; the sound of water coming from the bathroom. I got up from my lying position, sitting with my legs dangling to the side of the bed. I looked at the rectangular digital alarm clock on the nightstand beside the bed. It was only 5 in the morning, and Reyhan had already woken up. I wonder if he slept well last night. The sound of water coming from the bathroom stopped, and a few minutes later, the refreshing scent of Reyhan ’s soap filled the room.