When We Were Perfect

All your memories haunt me

Give me your love once, even if it's false

I haven't forgotten our sweet meetings

Don't turn your gaze away from me after you have made me restless….

Oh, my love…..

Previously, 

Amy swallowed the knot in her throat, holding Ozan's carrier before looking back at Burak with a guilty and forlorn face.

"This time I would make sure to make things promising, this time I promise with my life!"

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The rustling of the wind blew her waist-length hairs across her face as she tried to settle them on one side while adjusting ozan who was asleep on her chest.

Sighing, she turned the knob of the main door stepping inside the quiet house.

It was nearly midnight and it had been a long day for her. After meeting with Dr Burak she couldn't go straight to the home without pulling herself together, she didn't wanted him to know that she was digging into his past despite his disapproval. Finally deciding she called Daniel telling him that she is going to visit Vahide with Ozan and then going to Silas and Nadia's home, telling them about her meeting and talking with Burak, about Daniel's past while Aunt Kyla took Ozan to the garden for which she was thankful not wanting Ozan and Kyla to see the three of them in an emotional dilemma. 

If Amy thought she was feeling hell after learning about Daniel's tragic past she was wrong, someone should have seen Silas who was crying like a child. If it wasn't for Nadia and her he would instantly rush to Daniel, tackle him in a bear hug and cry there. That's how emotional he got, who wouldn't after hearing such horrible things one can only think but he suffered from them. It was hard getting Silas to zip his mouth and keep this a secret for Daniel's sake and eventually he calmed himself knowing how sensitive Daniel is to this matter.

Amy asked them to act normal around him like they were before, it was Amy who was going to work on this and the two agreed with her saying that they would be there to help her. It was such a comfort to Amy, having support from her two amazing friends, she never thought after what she did in the past year's and the behaviour she adopted, she could have such amazing and helpful friends back again. 

After their emotional discussion, promises to never talk about it again and conceal it in their minds, Amy left for home. It was really getting late and she knew Daniel must be worried and grumpy for not being able to see Ozan the whole day.

Carefully holding Ozan closer to her, she stepped inside the living room only to see the worrisome face of Martha standing by the table and a very pissed off Daniel sitting on the couch.

"Amy," Martha called out, gaining the attention of Daniel who stood from the couch, eyebrows scrunched together with creases on his forehead. He was still in his office wear with the blazer and tie removed.

Amy looked warily at them, something about his vexed expression was making her uneasy. She gives an apologetic smile to him, 

"I am sorry! I just los---"

"Martha, take Ozan to his room!" Daniel muttered in a low voice.

Amy flinched from his cold tone, clutching Ozan even more closely.

Martha shuffled to her side putting on a small smile gently taking Ozan from her begrudging hold along with his bag before walking away leaving the two adults in suffocating silence.

Amy turned to his side, her insides queasy looking at his piercing gaze that was settled on her. In these months, she never once saw him this angry even when they had arguments. The last she remembered seeing him this deadly was in hospital when Ozan was ill.

She widely wondered what she did to make him this vexed.

Amy opened her mouth to speak but was harshly cut off by a booming voice this time.

"Where were you!!!" Daniel bellowed, the veins on his neck popping out.

Though she was used to such yelling and loud voices in the court and her clients, Daniel's anger always thwarted her back at any moment.

She began to feel her palms getting precipitated, his piercing blue-grey eyes were holding her still with an intensity that was also calling her to speak the truth. Maybe, Aunt Kyla told him about her coming to their house, she wondered.

"I- I decided to meet mom but then I changed my mind and went to see Silas and Nadia. They are my friends!" Amy said squaring her shoulders though inside she was trembling.

The intense look on Daniel's face didn't waver; rather it got more deadly as he clenched his jaw. The look on his face could resemble that of a demon if not more.

With one menacing glance, he strode towards her with the steps of a predator. Amy gasped loudly when he grabbed her arm and began to pull her along with him towards the stairs.

Her mind went into a frenzy as he climbed all the way up to his room dragging her with him. Amy's heart hammered against her chest as he kicked open his bedroom door harshly yanking her on his bed, clicking the door shut with a lock.

"I ASKED YOU!!" He growled making her scoot back on the bed with a frightened look.

"I FUCKING ASKED YOU TO NOT INTERFERE IN MY PRIVACY!"

"BUT NO YOU HAD TO GO THERE AND LEARN HOW PATHETIC I AM RIGHT!"  He boomed but despite his anger, the hurt and disappointment were laced in his tone.

"Why Amy, was it too much to ask for my own secrecy. Did you just have to go to Burak to excavate the things I have been trying to consign to the grave?"

Amy gulped down her breath, eyes widening in shock. How did he learn about it but then a flash of lightning, her mind projected the names of Neil and Saim making her curse inwardly. How could she be so foolish?

"D-daniel!" She tried to speak between her breathing.

"What!!" He roared again, this was the side he never wanted anyone to learn about, the side he has been withholding for years.

"You wanted to see how despicable and weak I am right?" He grumbled this time tears were also brimming the surface of his eyes.

"Let me fulfil your wish then!" He muttered with agony, the furious expressions on his face turning into anguish as he discarded his tie on the floor. 

Amy's eyes widened again when she saw him opening his shirt's button keeping his bloodshot eyes on her. Unbuttoning his shirt, he threw it away on the floor near his tie now standing half-naked in front of her.

Her breath seemed to get stuck in her throat when the view of his toned stomach came into her view but it wasn't his toned muscles and stomach that took away her breath, it was the scars littered on them.

The tears begin to slip from her eyes as she watched the faint burn mark trailing from his stomach to his lower abdomen as if he was burnt with a rod.

"Have a look, Amy, see how pathetic I am!" He furiously said edging closer, 

Amy closed her eyes for a second, comprehending how painful it must have been.

"No, this isn't much painful, let me show you some others!" He turned around showing his back.

She felt her heart dropping into the pit of her stomach seeing the fainted scars on his back starting from his shoulders to his hip, despite they were faint but still noticeable enough to know that they were from whiplashes. Just how much cruelty he went through, 

Amy choked on a sob, wiping her tears with the back of her hand. Sliding up from the bed, she slowly went to stand behind him.

"Are you happy to know what I have been masking for years, the things which haunt me every time I try to dream something better about!" He grumbled , this time the tears he was holding back slid down his cheeks as he smiled bitterly.

Amy lifted her shaky fingers tracing his scars slowly as if imprinting them on her mind. Each scar there was telling her story of their own along with sheer pain, raw agony and grief.

Daniel flinched inwardly from the way she traced her scars, not in many years had someone looked at his scars, much less traced them like this. It was his weakness, it was his truth, his true identity, the one he had concealed away from this world from every person around him. They were the demons that haunted him on nights, the reason he never wanted to remember even a fragment of his childhood. That's how much they had affected him, how much they had made him insecure and passive about himself, about his existence.