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TORTUE COVE IN MYRTLE ROCK WITH @NICOLA KINCAID

Contractions. Like she had never felt them before. Not that Yonca had a lot to compare it to — in her sixteenth week of pregnancy, the woman had only just begun experiencing what she could only describe as someone twisting her insides. Though so far this week, this had to be the winner. The sudden knots in her stomach caused her to sway slightly as she reached out to grab something, anything to hold onto. The pain began in the top, making its way down as it pulsated through her entire being. Groaning from the intensity, Yonca started breathing heavily, almost to the point where she may have started to hyperventilate. With her arms stretched out, the first thing she grabbed onto for support was a woman, who Yonca nearly dragged down with her. “Oh... my... god.” It was a feeling like no other; as if she could literally pass out from the sensation.

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LYDIA KINGSTON

It was hard to gauge how anyone was feeling, but Lydia assumed that beneath the controlled exterior, she was crumbling away. There was no need to say anything though, Lydia just needed to be another crutch of support in case she needed more, “Nobody would have blamed you if you didn’t…” The woman swallowed, offering her another small smile. Lifting an arm, she reached out and rubbed the top of Yonca’s shoulder before moving her eyes down towards her stomach, not yet visible beneath her top. “Good— I know they treat people good down your way,” Not that she was sure what exactly that meant. The mere thought of Fremont made her stomach twist and the draw of her memory pull, harder until she was back there. Goosebumps ran up her arms and Lydia chuckled to fill the space, “If you ever need to get out of there— Fremont, I mean. I’ve got a spare room at my place” She offered, letting her hand drop to her side. Releasing a long sigh, Lydia kicked gently at the water and spoke quietly, wondering if they knew more than they were allowed to talk about. “So, you’ve heard nothing? At all?”

“But they would have.” At least Yonca believed people would. She'd always had this sense that the world was out to get her, and to think of what people would say if she hadn't made the speech — there would only be more questions and judgemental looks. She wasn't certain she could take any more of it. As Lydia reached out towards her, Yonca turned her head towards her friend, a coy smile taking place across her lips. The other woman was a breath of fresh air in her life. An open-minded person who didn't have a judgemental bone in her body. Yonca could really appreciate that trait in Lydia sometimes. “Well...” she trailed off, not knowing exactly how to answer. Fremont was a close-knit community. She knew her father loved how everyone knew everyone, and how they all looked out for each other. So yes, whilst Lydia's statement may have been correct to some extent, it also forced the question of people knowing more than they should. She sometimes wondered if people knew more about her by the way they looked at her, and it made her want to run in the opposite direction. “You sure you want a ravage pregnant diva in your place?” she chuckled. “Because that's what you'd be getting.” Wading through the shallow water, Yonca began making her way back towards her shoes. “But no,” she shook her head, answering abruptly. “Nothing.”

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HANNAH HALKIAS

Hannah’s concern the past week hand’t just been for the four missing men on the boat, but for their family members- her family members, and of course, Yonca. She knew the woman was pregnant and couldn’t imagine going through this while trying to remain calm while carrying a child. It was hard enough with Niko and he was 11… but with the hormones and the looks Hannah knew Yonca would be subject to, she couldn’t blame her for wanting to stay at home. “You sure?” She asked, her own plight pushed to the back of her mind as she focused on the woman in front of her she’d known since they were kids. “Do you want to go sit down?” There was concern etched in her brows as she looked at the younger woman, reaching out to take a gentle (but what she hoped to be reassuring) grasp on Yonca’s hand. “Maybe…” She admitted, knowing the brunette was right, “But you’ve got to do what’s best for you and the little peanut. How long have you been here?”

“Positive,” Yonca replied with a firm nod. She knew doing things she didn't want to do wasn't good for the little being she was carrying. Unhappy mom meant unhappy baby, but the idea of facing a flood of questions following her absence would have created a completely new anxiety for her. That was something Yonca feared to face greatly. “Yeah, actually, that might not be a bad idea.” As Hannah gently grasped her hand, Yonca squeezed lightly before pulling her friend in the direction of some seats. She did very much appreciate having someone around like Hannah who'd already been through what she was experiencing. It helped immensely. “Maybe, definitely,” she corrected her, taking a seat. She straightened out her skirt across her lap as she sat down. “Can you imagine the outcry if I hadn't shown up?” She almost wanted to laugh. “Plus we've got to do these little speeches before Uncle Joe takes the stage...” Now that was going to be fun. “I haven't been here long.”

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TORTUE COVE IN MYRTLE ROCK WITH @REMINGTON DUTTON

The evening was getting on. The flames of the bonfire was dying down, and the lanterns had long been released into the abyss that hung high above their heads. Yonca had received a lot of the same treatment; pitied glances, hushed condolences. The truth was, she didn't even want it. She could understand the need to get their men home, but Yonca couldn't help but feel like she was at a funeral. The whole week had been a never ending story of sorrow, and she knew she should have appeared more upset, but she had her reasons for not doing so. Hope had been replaced with indifference, and truth be told, Yonca simply wanted to get home. She was starting to feel chilly and surely her unease wouldn't be good for the baby. Looking over her shoulder and across the beach, one person she noticed was Remington; a face she hadn't properly conversed with since she'd met Connor. Still, she threw a half-smile in his direction, even if she did emit a sense of melancholy. She didn't mean to, but it seemed she was cursed with this new attachment of forced sadness.

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ayça ayşin turan & furkan andıç → meryem, episode 30.

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LYDIA KINGSTON

If her friends weren’t high, then they were drunk — Each to their own, of course, but she didn’t want to risk doing something disrespectful on a night meant to show support for the families of the missing men. From afar Lydia could see Yonca paddling in the water and excused herself, deciding that a catch up with some old friends could wait in favour of ensuring she was okay. It had been a wild afternoon and with crowds finally beginning to dissipate, it was good to be able to talk without an audience. “Hey, babe—” A soft smile curled against her mouth, a seemingly inappropriate gesture given the circumstances. “You did good up there today. How are you holding up?” She asked, looking back at the bonfire. “And baby?”

“Yeah, well... I had to say something, right?” A few of the loved ones had said a few things before Uncle Joe had taken to the stage. Kind and supportive words had offered a sense of hope among Fremonters and those who had made the effort to help in the search. But still, even as Yonca tried to keep that hope going, she found it difficult to. Her speech had been honest and from the heart, but even so, her body language had been what probably convinced others that something else was going on with her. She was distracted and it didn't help that she couldn't really find it in her to put up a ruse. She just couldn't be bothered. Splashing the water with her feet somewhat, she looked up and over at her friend. “But I'm okay thank you.” Placing a hand to her stomach, she added, “And so is baby.” Lydia was one of the few who actually knew about the pregnancy at this stage. “We're both hanging in there.”

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HANNAH HALKIAS

The evening had already been weighing on her, her family closed ranks with Hannah unable to even get a word in without a McIvy turning their back and pretending as if she a gnat that needed to be swatted away, and she one cup of beer she’d had was doing nothing to calm her shaken nerves and pounding heart. It was taking all of her willpower not to simply break down and cry, her sanity being held together by duct tape and thoughts of her son, who’s hand she’d almost squeezed clean off, something she hadn’t quite realized until the 11 year old had yanked his hand out of her grasp with a quiet ‘Mom, that hurts’.

“I’m sorry, baby. Why don’t you go find your dad, hm? Get something to eat.” Leaning down, she pressed a gentle kiss into the top of her son’s head before watching him run off, ensuring he found Alec before turning and scanning the crowd, her eyes landing on Yonca. Making her way through the crowd, Hannah got to the other woman and threw her arms around her. “Oh, honey. It’s fine.” She said, giving her a gentle squeeze before pulling back, offering the best smile she could. “Trust me when I say I get it. How are you holdin’ up?”

The hug took Yonca by surprise, but the mom-to-be easily accepted it, enveloping her arms around the woman. Hannah had become one of her closest friends; someone she'd looked up to as a child, and someone she looked up to even more as an adult. She'd noticed Niko run off over Hannah's shoulder, causing her to smile gently. The sight made her excited to become a mother. Hannah was one of the few who knew of her pregnancy, but at sixteen weeks pregnant, Yonca was starting to show and it made her nervous that soon, everyone would know. Nodding slightly against her friends embrace before they both pulled back, Yonca attempted to continue the previously genuine smile, only it looked more strained now. “I'm fine, thank you,” she insisted. It was the one question most people had been asking her, understandably. “I just figured I needed to show my face — it would've looked weird if I didn't.”

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Ayça Aysin Turan as Firuze in Zemheri (episode 4)

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TORTUE COVE IN MYRTLE ROCK WITH @LYDIA KINGSTON

Yonca glanced out at the ocean, a soft sigh escaping lightly glossed lips as she attempted to picture only the best scenario for what was going on out there. She’d made her way up the beach, away from the noise of the celebrations. Though no matter how far she travelled, she still seemed to get the glow of the bonfire as the colours danced against the surface of the water. Her shoes were laid way back on the sand, all the while she’d chosen to take a light dip with her feet. She could feel the shore in-between her toes, causing Yonca to curl them in slightly. She was consumed by her own presence, but soon felt someone approach on the land behind her. “Oh — hey Lydia.”

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TORTUE COVE IN MYRTLE ROCK WITH @HANNAH HALKIAS

This vigil meant something to Yonca. Perhaps she didn't show the emotions people expected her to display, and yes, there was a particular reason for that. However, that didn't make her a completely cold-hearted person. She cared for Connor, loved him despite their differences, and of course she wanted him to come home. Hopefully, this island tradition would serve as a way to help the men find their way. It was a long shot, and Yonca usually reserved hope for something more worthy of chance, but at least she could hold out that hope long enough for a conclusion.

When she noticed Hannah walk her way, she almost wished she'd remained at the front of the stage where she could listen to the local bands play and blend in. Hiding in plain sight. Thinking on her feet, Yonca knew she needed to concoct a defense for why she hadn't visited her in the last week since everything had gone down. Fremonters usually supported each other, and Yonca knew that the community had frowned upon her for not showing her face as much as she probably should have. When the beautiful blue-eyed woman found her, Yonca smiled, immediately going into excuse mode. “Hannah,” she begun, pausing briefly. “You know, I meant to come see you. I've actually just been... hiding out. Laying low. Even a walk to the local shop, I've had prying eyes.”

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RAF’S PLACE IN PORT ELISABETH WITH @RAFAEL ALVAREZ

It had been almost seven days since the boat had fallen off the face of the earth. Almost seven days of trying to hide herself away from the judging eyes of everyone in Fremont. Well, almost everyone, but it had still become quite an inconvenience for the woman who simply had her own way of worrying. At least that's what she told herself, and tried to convince of everyone else around her. Yonca had never been an overly emotional woman, anyway, therefore to some her way of coping hadn't been too surprising. But to most? Yes, perhaps there was more to her than met the eye. There had been one particular person she'd been wanting to see all week, a particular friend who'd found a way of comforting her more than anyone else could in recent times. Whilst Yonca had wanted to see Raf the moment the news had hit home, she knew she couldn't. It hadn't been the right time, and on this particular Saturday evening, it still didn't feel 100%. Not with the vigil scheduled for tomorrow night. However, after nearly a week stuck at home, she'd decided that she'd needed an outing. It had taken the brunette 2 hours to travel to Port Elisabeth — always did — but with a bag of Thai food in hand, she sought out his apartment. As she got to the door, she buzzed in his number, waiting to be invited up.