Chapter 11

                                    

                                          


The days after Clara's accident were a whirlwind. Miraculously, she regained consciousness within a week, much sooner than the doctors had anticipated. As she recovered, she quickly became the center of attention, and Kenan was no exception. He visited her frequently, his concern for her evident in every action.
One afternoon, I arrived at the hospital to find Kenan already there. He was sitting by Clara's bed, holding her hand and talking softly. Seeing them like that sent a pang of unease through me, but I pushed it aside.
"Hey, how's she doing?" I asked, forcing a smile.
Kenan looked up, his expression unreadable. "She's improving," he said curtly. "The doctors are optimistic."
Clara turned her head slightly and gave me a weak smile. "Hi, Yn. Thanks for coming."
"Of course," I replied, stepping closer. "I'm glad to see you're feeling better."
The visit was short, and Kenan seemed distant the entire time. As we left the hospital, I tried to start a conversation. "Kenan, you've been spending a lot of time here. Is everything okay?"
He shrugged, his face hard to read. "She needs support right now. It's not like she has anyone else."
I nodded, understanding his point, but couldn't shake the feeling of unease. Over the next few days, Kenan's behavior grew more erratic. Some days he was sweet and attentive, while other times he was cold and distant. It was as if he was two different people.
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Kenan's POV:
Sitting on the porch, I couldn't shake the feeling of frustration that had been building inside me. Yn's questions and concerns felt like an added weight I couldn't bear right now. I took a deep breath, trying to find the right words.
"Kenan, what's going on with you? One minute you're here with me, and the next you're completely absent. It's like you're not even the same person," Yn's voice broke through my thoughts.
I sighed, rubbing my temples. "I'm just trying to help Clara. She needs someone right now, and I can't just abandon her."
"But why does it feel like you're abandoning me?" Yn asked, her voice trembling. "I feel like I'm losing you."
I looked at her, a hint of annoyance in my eyes. "Yn, you're overreacting. I'm just trying to do the right thing here. Why can't you understand that?"
"It's not about understanding, Kenan. It's about how you're treating me. You're distant, sometimes even cruel. I don't recognize you anymore."
I scoffed, shaking my head. "You're being dramatic. Nothing's changed. I'm the same person I've always been."
"Are you?" she challenged, feeling her frustration rise. "Because it sure doesn't feel that way. You act like you don't care about us anymore."
"I need some space, Yn," I said sharply. "I can't deal with all this pressure right now."
The words hit her like a punch to the gut. Yn struggled to keep her composure. "Kenan, do you even want to be with me anymore?"
I sighed heavily, avoiding her gaze. "I don't know. I just need time to figure things out."
Feeling more defeated than ever, Yn nodded and stood up. "Take all the time you need," she said quietly before walking away. Her heart felt like it was breaking, but she knew she couldn't stay in a relationship where she was constantly second-guessing his feelings.
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Yn's POV:
The days that followed were some of the hardest I've ever experienced. Kenan was slipping away from me, and I couldn't understand why. Every time I saw him, he was either at the hospital or with Clara. It felt like she was taking him from me, and I was powerless to stop it.