You and him, you were enemies. You despised each other. He was Greek, you were Turkish.

A few days ago, there had been a bombing. You had been touched, but you were fine. So was your family, except Yıldız, who was in the hospital. Leon talked to you, apologized for your sister, but Gods, it was all his fault. His fault and his people’s fault. You were so angry you told him he wasn’t a part of your life anymore.

Then, your brother did shit. Ali Kemal. You didn’t quite knew how, but you found them fighting at night, gun pointed at the other. You were insanely panicked.

Leon took your brother, he had to arrest him. You were torn. You took the gun, pointing it at Leon.

"Stop."