When We Were Perfect

What's this selfishness of yours?

That you have forgotten your own self

Oo free man, free spirit

You are a storm of wind

Then why have you ended

…..within yourself only?

Oh love, believe me

Your shadows are calling you back.....

Previously, 

"Yes, I got the idea when he would wake up in the middle of night shouting and screaming, crying not to be beaten. When he first came to the orphanage he was a lifeless person on the brink of dying. A weak and secluded person who always stayed away from everyone and every activity, it took me a year to befriend him!" Silas muttered.

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"If it wasn't for Gran, he wouldn't even go to school, that's how scared he was. Though he was a genius in school as we know, the big children in our orphanage used to beat and bully him, Amy. They would use him to get their homework done or any other work and the timid person he was, he always complied without putting on a fight. He never defended himself, always saying he deserved it and all. It wasn't until middle school when things started to get better, we met Ayla and then you. It was after that I saw him taking a 360-degree turn in his life, the Daniel Saritas you see now is not even a fragment of what I had seen in our earlier life." 

Silas said, wincing when he remembered the terrible time they had gone through. Nadia placed her hand on his, patting it. Her face turned into worry.

Amy on the other hand blinked her tears away.

"He was bullied, that's the reason behind his nightmares!" She asked shakily.

"I don't think so, as I said he had them even before bullying. It's something related to his parents, the reason he landed in the orphanage. It's something he never talks about, he never even told us what happened to his parents!"

"Maybe Gran knows about it!" Nadia voiced her thoughts.

"No! She also doesn't know a thing!"

Amy sighed, hugging Ozan's back trying to relax her mind, who was palpitating listening to Silas.

"I thought I was the only reason behind his sorrow but he has way deeper things stored in his heart!" Amy mumbled.

Silas also looked the other way but then a thought struck him ringing bells in his mind.

"Amy, there was a therapist he visited quite frequently some years ago!" Silas rushed out in a breath like the thought will again disappear.

Amy perked her ears as Nadia also turned fully to him.

"Therapist! Where?" Amy asked.

"Uhm what was his name?" Silas muttered, punching his forehead.

"Silas come on. Try to remember!" Nadia pressed.

"That's what I am doing!" Silas retorted before staring at Amy with a grin.

"Dr Burak!" 

"Are you sure!" Amy asserted as Nadia took out her phone searching for him.

"Yes, I heard him saying that name twice!"

"Does he still go to that therapist!" Amy inquired in a sorrowful manner.

Silas grin changed into a straight line.

"I don't think so, he quit going there even before your marriage!"

"I found him!" Nadia claimed, turning her phone to Amy and Silas.

"His name is Dr Selim Bursin, he is one of the best therapists in Istanbul!"

"Where can we find him!" Amy asked, staring at his picture.

"His clinic is in the uptown not far from here!" Nadia replied, browsing the location.

"What are we waiting for then, let's go!" Silas said, heaving up from his chair.

"No!" Amy called out.

"Why no?" He asked, perplexed.

"Silas let me go there myself first. It's possible that the doctor didn't like to disclose something like that to three people all of a sudden!" Amy spoke in a serious tone.

"Well she does have a point there Silas, let her know first!" Nadia said, glancing at Silas who only raised his brows.

"Are you sure!" He asked.

"Yes, I am besides didn't you guys say that you have some important work" Amy reminded them at this their eyeballs widened like a socket as they both stared at the watch and instantly stood from their seats.

"Crap!"

"Damn!"

They both panicked.

"We have accounts meeting with Daniel in an hour, we need to rush back or else he would have our heads in a platter!" Nadia responded, picking up her purse.

Amy simpered at them.

"Are you sure you will be able to handle it alone!" Silas questioned a bit worried.

Amy rolled her eyes, adjusting Ozan in her lap who was eager to run around.

"Why do you forget that I am a criminal lawyer, I know how to deal with shit!"

"But still, if you need us, give us a ring. We will make an excuse to Mr bossman!" Nadia said, hugging her and kissing Ozan.

"Will do, now go. I have already taken a lot of your time!" Amy said, also standing from her chair.

"That's what friends are for Amy!" Silas said, hugging her before kissing Ozan's hand.

"Ozan say bye to your uncle and aunt!" Amy encouraged him as he waved at them.

"Bwe Bwe!" He said with drool slipping out his mouth, Amy shook her head wiring it away. 

"We will call you later Amy to know about your meeting with him. Let's hope everything will be fine!" Silas gave an encouraging look before they both waved at Amy and Ozan leaving the restaurant.

Amy sighed, placing Ozan on his feet who smiled being squeezed in his mother's lap for too long. She grabbed her purse along with Ozan's bag before stepping out of the restaurant towards her car.

After settling Ozan in his baby seat, she turned to her side, noticing a black sedan parked right a few metres away from her car,

Her lips tugged upwards, recognizing Neil and Saim.

"Your father still cares about me, Ozan!" She mumbled to him who only gurgled in response. Amy chuckled, starting the engine.

Just as Nadia said, it really didn't take her long to reach Dr Bursin's clinic.

Amy stepped out of her car eyeing the high-end two-floor building. She took a deep breath holding Ozan's baby carrier, thanking God she brought it with him since he fell asleep during the ride. It was easier for her to talk now, not that Ozan wasn't a calm child.

She draped the blanket till his neck now that it was autumn and the air was pretty chill.

"Let's do this!" She mumbled to her before walking inside the building.

For an unknown reason, her heart was pounding rapidly against her chest, she felt nervous and anxious.

The glass doors slid open automatically upon her arrival as she approached the reception desk holding the baby carrier tightly.

The receptionist smiled politely at her, her aura was professional.

"Hello! How may I help you today!" She asked in a professional tone.

"I want to meet Dr Burak!" Amy announced nervously

"Do you have an appointment?" 

"Well no…"

"Then I am sorry ma'am you can't meet her without an appointment. He is a busy person with a lot of patients waiting!" The receptionist said, giving her an apologetic face.

"Please, it's an emergency. I want to meet him today!" Amy pleaded. After listening to Silas about Daniel and finally reaching this place where she could get the answers to her problem she didn't wanted to go back empty-handed.

The receptionist glanced between her and the baby carrier thinking of her as a patient.

"Ma'am the least I could do is to get you an appointment on the nearest basis. Please give me your name!"  She said, clicking on her keyboard.

Amy sighed dejectedly, maybe today wasn't her day.

"It's Amy Saritas!"

Being taken by surprise, the girl halted in her typing quickly turning to face her again.

"Are you related to Mr Daniel Saritas!" She questioned.

Amy scrunched her brows but replied nonetheless, 

"I am his wife!"

The girl blinked for seconds before standing up from his seat, almost toppling it.

"Please give me a minute! I will inform Dr Burak about your presence!" She said, forming a sheepish smile with a sorry face hurrying back to the white doors at the end of the hall.

Perplexed by the sudden change in her behaviour, Amy placed the baby carrier on the desk for a moment, tired of carrying the whole weight in her single hand.

The girl came back a moment later with a wide smile followed by what looked like a patient who walked towards the exit giving the girl a nod.

"Mrs Saritas, Dr Burak is ready to see you. If you may follow me!" She said walking ahead.

'What happened to the whole appointment thing?' Amy wondered, following her.

She opened the white door letting Amy inside before closing it gently.

Amy eyed the plain yet monochrome office before her gaze settled on an old man sitting behind his desk, fingers entwined, posture firm and if Amy wasn't wrong the look on his face was telling that he wasn't a bit happy to have her here.