Melisa

[melisasenkan]

where: On Main Street who: Open to everyone @bridgeporthqstarters​

Melisa Senkan was back. Even standing back on the main street she grew up on most of her life, she still felt like a foreigner. Taking a deep breath, Melisa tried to steel herself for what was about to happen. The run in with Hazal had been disastrous, to say the least and running into Luca her first day back and ending up in bed with him was another mark against the homecoming she’d expected. Being in New York City, Melisa had been able to lose herself in the crowd and become anonymous. Just another person in the millions of people crowded in the city. But, being back in Bridgeport, Melisa knew she’d be talked about. The Senkan child who survived the crash. The Senkan child who ran away without a word. And now she was back suddenly after all the years. She knew her hometown enough to know it’d cause the rumor mill to run. There were still a lot of people she had to make amends to and she had to do something right for once. Taking a deep breath, she turned around and started down the sidewalk. But as she turned, she bumped into someone, the tea in her hand spilling over the edge. “I’m so sorry!” 

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[melisasenkan]

hazalxsenkan​:

Hazal couldn’t believe the words that left Melisa’s mouth, the question that broke into the air between them. “No, Melisa,” she snapped almost immediately into response to the woman, “would you even care anyway? Or would you use that as a reason to take off again?” She knew her words were cruel, harsh to the sister she had not seen in seven years but the anger she shoved deep inside toward the other was one that was breaking at the seams due to her unexpected arrival. “He’s just not coming in. I’ve been opening the store for quite some time,” she shook her head, deciding to walk past Melisa and toward the counter where she dropped her bag on the ground. “Not that you would even begin to know what has been happening around here.” 

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Perhaps Melisa should have flinched back from her sister’s tone, but she had been expecting it. Even if she knew it was not true, she had been expecting the worst from her family for what she had done. “Don’t, Hazal.” She shook her head, her voice quiet. “Don’t say I don’t care. It is because I cared for Murat and anne so much that I left.” Melisa will admit that she hurt everyone in her life by running, but she will stand by her reasons. The grief of losing her family like that, her other half had sent her far away to try and outrun the guilt and the grief. She was silent for a time, letting her sister berate her and get her barbs out. “You made your point, I did not know baba stopped opening the shop.” She finally spoke, not moving from her spot and staring at her sister, this woman who was an angry stranger to her. “Do you think I ran away for some paradise on the beach with no thought or concern for my family? It was not paradise I ran for, Hazal. I ran from the guilt and the grief.” 

[melisasenkan]

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[melisasenkan]

hazalxsenkan​:

Hearing the start of Melisa speak, she knew Hazal was the last person she was expecting to see opening the door of the shop so early. In the past, their father was up and at the day early, getting the shop open far before Hazal could even fathom most days. No one really wanted to shop for jewelry that early, she was sure of it. As her own name left Melisa’s lips, she stopped as the door came to a shut behind her. “What in the world are you doing here?” For seven years, her sister didn’t even bother to send a happy birthday text message to her. Not that Hazal was exactly returning the favor, not when she blamed Melisa for their deaths. Hazal had thought she locked those feelings away, begun to heal from the past but seeing her sister, the twin that survivedˆ, in their family shop, it all began to boil beneath her skin once more. “Baba isn’t coming in today.” She readjusted her bag on her shoulder, ice coffee shaking in her hand. 

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The locks to the store might not have changed, but the product in the glass counters did. Melisa didn’t recognize any of the pieces as she bent over, looking over every single shiny piece. But any thoughts of the changing product soon evaporated into thin air at the arrival of her sister. Over the past few years, Melisa had tried to watch her siblings on social media as best she could without friending them. She had at least seen a little of how Hazal had grown up over the past seven years. Hearing her sister say their father wasn’t coming in made her freeze. A sudden wave of fear washed over her. Was he alright? Was it his health that stopped him from coming in? As long as she could remember, her father had always opened the family store. Fear gripped her hard and she felt her chest squeeze tightly. “Is he- is he sick?” Melisa whispered, feeling like she couldn’t breathe. She may have been gone for seven years, but she had never stopped loving her family. Her grief, her trauma of being in the accident and being the only one who survived had weighed heavy on her and made her run away from everyone. But she still loved her family. She couldn’t lose any more of her family. 

[melisasenkan]

hazalxsenkan​:

starter for @melisasenkan location: senkan’s jewelers 

Hazal had been tasked with opening up the family jewelry store that morning and of course, was running late. She had stopped to grab a coffee from Mermaid’s Alcove on her way in and was walking through the door when the sight of another person in the jewelry store had her heart stopping in her chest. “What the -” Hazal trailed off almost immediately as she let the door close behind her. “Melisa,” her sister’s name practically dripped off her tongue in distaste. She couldn’t remember the last time she saw her sister - oh, but she could. It was at the funerals. 

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She had arrived late last night and already Melisa felt like this was a bad idea. Part of her knew she should have come back earlier. Seven years was a long time to be gone with no word to her friends and family. She’d called her father the day she left, letting him know she was alive and alright but that she needed space. Years of ignored calls until finally, her own father had given up on her. But arriving late last night, Melisa had moved into the apartment she got for a month with her limited items and sat in the still packed apartment, unable to sleep. When she had left seven years ago, her father had opened the store every morning. She still had a key and as she arrived that morning, she was surprised to see the store was still closed though it should have been open by now. Trying it on a whim but not expecting it to work, she tried the key she still had on her keychain and to her surprise the door opened. So it seems they hadn’t changed the locks in all those years. Hearing the door open, Melisa looked up from the counters, taking a deep breath. “Baba-” The word died on her tongue as she heard the voice and saw it was Hazal not her father. “Hazal.” The word hung in the air between them, carrying the same dead weight as Melisa’s own name from her sister. This was not the meeting she had wanted or expected.