Emre arrived in Kaş on a Tuesday.
The bus stopped at the square. He stepped onto the pavement with one bag and walked uphill. The pension had a door with blue paint peeling near the handle. He knocked. The owner opened. She handed him a key attached to a wooden block.
Room four.
He climbed the stairs. He unlocked the door. He set his bag on the bed. He opened the window.
The sea was there.
He went downstairs. He sat in the courtyard. He lit a cigarette. A cat sat on the wall. He watched the cat.
For three days, he swam and ate breakfast alone. In the afternoons, he read on the terrace.
On the fourth morning, a taxi stopped outside. A woman stepped out. She wore white shoes. She pulled a suitcase from the trunk. The wheels caught on the cobblestones. She lifted it and entered the pension. The owner gave her a key.
Room seven.
Emre sat in the courtyard. He smoked. She passed him. She climbed the stairs. She looked away.
Breakfast was at eight. The owner set out tomatoes and cheese. Emre sat at the end of the table. Can sat across from him. Can talked about a dive he had taken. Emre nodded.
The woman from room seven entered. She sat two seats away. A woman named Defne sat next to her. Defne asked her name.
She said Zeynep.
Defne asked where she came from.
She said Istanbul.
Can said he lived in Istanbul too. Defne said she did as well. They exchanged neighborhoods. Then they exchanged numbers.
Emre buttered a piece of bread. He stayed silent.
Zeynep reached for the cheese. Her sleeve touched the table. She pulled it back. She ate. She stood. She left.
The next day, the group went to the beach. Can drove. Defne sat in the front. Emre sat in the back. Zeynep sat next to him. She looked out the window. He looked at the back of Can's head.
They arrived. Can spread a blanket. Defne lay down. Emre took a towel to the left. Zeynep took a towel to the right.
She opened a book. He swam.
When he returned, she was still reading. He lay down and closed his eyes.
This happened for four days.
Can and Defne swam near the shallows, laughing as they threw a ball. Emre sat up. He watched the water. Zeynep sat up too. Their towels were two meters apart. They stayed silent.
On the third evening, Can brought a guitar to the terrace. He played a song. Defne sang. Two other guests clapped. Emre sat on the steps. Zeynep sat on a chair with a glass of wine. She tapped her foot and looked at the guitar.
He looked at her hand.
The glass caught the light.
On the fourth evening, the group walked to the harbor. They sat on a wall. Can and Defne shared a jacket. Emre sat on a stone. Zeynep sat on a stone two meters away. She looked at the boats. He looked at the boats.
A man sold corn from a cart. Can bought four. He handed one to Emre. He handed one to Zeynep. Their fingers avoided each other.
They ate. They looked at the water.
On the fifth day, clouds came. Rain fell on the sea. Everyone gathered under the pension's terrace. Can brought cards. Defne brought tea. Zeynep sat on a chair. Emre stood in the doorway.
He looked at her hands.
She held a cup. She blew on the tea. She drank.
He looked away.
The rain stopped. The sun returned. The group went back to the beach. Zeynep carried her book to the sunbed. She set it down. She went into the water with Defne.
Emre walked to the sunbed. He picked up the book. He read the cover. He opened it. He found a name in pencil.
Zeynep.
He closed it. He waited.
She came back. Water dripped from her hair. She reached for the book. It was gone. She looked under the towel. She looked in her bag. She frowned.
Emre stood. He held out the book.
She took it. Water from her hand darkened the cover. She nodded. She turned. She walked to her towel.
That evening, Can sat with Emre on the terrace. Defne joined them. Zeynep was upstairs.
Emre asked Can for Defne's number. He said he wanted to return the book.
Can laughed. He sent the number.
Emre sent a message. Defne replied. She gave Zeynep's number.
Emre typed:
I have your book.
He deleted it.
He typed:
You left your book.
He deleted it.
He typed:
I found your book.
He sent it.
Zeynep replied:
You already gave it back.
Emre typed:
I have another copy.
She stayed silent.
The holiday ended. Emre packed his bag. He walked to the square. He took the bus. He returned to Istanbul.
He lived in Erenköy. He worked from home. Each morning, he walked to a café on the street. He ordered tea and answered emails on his laptop.
Two weeks later, he sent Zeynep a message. He named the café. He named a time.
She replied after three days. She agreed.
She arrived twenty minutes late. She wore the same white shoes. She sat across from him.
He pushed a book across the table. It was the same title. She had mentioned it to Defne in Kaş. He had remembered.
She took it. She opened the cover.
Her name was written inside.
In pencil.
She looked up. He looked down.
He ordered tea. She ordered coffee. The cups came. She stirred hers. She asked about his work.
He said he wrote.
She asked what he wrote.
He said nothing important.
She checked her phone. She placed it face down. She asked about Kaş.
He said it was hot.
She agreed.
She finished her coffee. She stood. She said she had to go.
He asked if they could meet again.
She put the book in her bag.
She said no.
She walked out.
Emre sat at the table. The waiter cleared her cup.
Emre opened his laptop. He created a new document. He named it after her.
He wrote the first sentence.
The character arrived at a pension. She wore white shoes. She looked away.
He wrote every evening. He wrote in the café in Erenköy. He ordered tea. He typed.
The character fell in love with the narrator. The narrator questioned this. The character stayed.
She laughed at his jokes. She touched his hand.
She read on the beach. She left her book. He returned it. She loved him for this.
He wrote these scenes. He read them. He deleted them. He wrote them again.
One evening, Emre could not write. He closed the laptop and walked down the street. The shops were still open. A man washed the pavement in front of a bakery. Water ran along the curb.
At the corner, a woman stepped out of a pharmacy. She wore white shoes.
Emre stopped.
His heart moved hard once, then again. The woman turned her head. Her hair was shorter. Her face belonged to someone else. She crossed the street with a plastic bag in one hand. Emre watched the shoes until they disappeared behind a parked car.
He stood at the corner after the light changed.
A driver honked. Emre stepped back onto the pavement. He felt foolish. Then he felt something worse. He had waited for the world to agree with him.
He walked home. He opened the document. He wrote a scene in which the woman came back from the pharmacy and found the narrator waiting at the corner.
He read it.
He deleted the pharmacy.
He kept the white shoes.
He wrote for six months. The document grew. He printed it. He bound it. He left it on his shelf.
He told no one.
One afternoon, Defne called Zeynep. She said she had something to give her. They met at a park. Defne handed her a paper bag.
She said: Emre wrote this.
Zeynep held the bag by the top.
Defne said: I thought you should see it.
Zeynep said: Did he ask you to give it to me.
Defne shook her head.
Zeynep looked into the bag. She saw the stack of paper inside.
Defne said nothing else.
Zeynep took the pages home in the paper bag. She did not read them on the ferry. She kept one hand on the bag. The paper bent against her knee.
At home, she placed the pages on the low table. She washed and dried her hands. Then she sat on the couch. The room was quiet. A glass stood on the table from the night before. Her shoes were by the door.
She turned the first page.
The woman arrived at a pension. She wore white shoes. She looked away.
Zeynep stopped. She looked at the shoes by the door. She looked back at the page.
She turned another page.
There was the courtyard. There was the wall with the cat on it. There was the breakfast table, the beach, the book. Her hand moved from page to page. Sometimes she read quickly. Sometimes she stopped with one finger under a line.
At first, she smiled.
Then she found a sentence in which the woman loved him for returning the book.
The smile left her face.
She read the sentence again. She put the page down. She went to the kitchen and filled a glass with water. She came back without drinking it.
The woman on the page stayed when Zeynep had left. The woman laughed when Zeynep had been silent. The woman reached for his hand.
Zeynep looked at her own hand. It was flat on the paper. The edge of one page pressed a line into her palm.
She read until the room darkened. She kept the lamp off. The pages became grey. She moved closer to the window and read the last pages in the last light.
At midnight, she closed the stack.
She sat with both hands on top of it.
After a while, she opened the first page again.
The woman arrived at a pension. She wore white shoes.
Zeynep placed one finger on the sentence. She kept it there until the paper warmed under her skin.
Can called the next day. It was his birthday. He had rented a bar in Kadıköy. He invited everyone from Kaş.
Emre went. He stood near the door. He held a beer.
Zeynep arrived with Defne. She wore black. She saw Emre. She looked away.
Can approached her. He hugged her. He pointed at Emre. He said something in her ear.
She looked at Emre.
She walked toward him.
She stood close. She held a drink. Her fingers were tight around the glass.
She said: Can told me.
Emre said: Told you what.
She said: That you wrote me.
Emre drank. He looked at the door.
She said: I read it.
He looked at her. She looked at the floor.
She had planned to stand near Defne and leave before midnight, after one drink. If Emre came near her, she would be kind. She would keep the pages folded inside herself.
She said: I was angry.
Emre said nothing.
She said: Then I was curious. Then I was angry again. Then I stopped.
He looked at her hand. A little wine had touched her thumb. She rubbed it against the side of the glass.
She said: You made me better than I was.
Emre said: I know.
She looked up then. She did not look away.
She said: That was not kind.
He looked at her eyes.
In chapter thirteen, he had written her eyes differently. He had written them soft and almost grateful. He had written them as if she had crossed the city because she had finally understood.
The woman in front of him did not have that look.
She was afraid. She was trying to be brave. Being there had cost her something.
But the look was not there.
Emre saw it clearly.
He had put it there himself.
Zeynep said: I want to try.
Emre put his beer on the counter. He looked at her white shoes. They were new. He looked at his hands.
He said: In the story, when you came back, you looked at me as if I had been right to wait.
Zeynep said: What?
He said: You do not look at me like that.
She swallowed.
She said: Maybe I do not know how.
He shook his head.
He said: No. I put that look there.
Zeynep gripped the glass harder.
She said: I am here.
Emre said: I know.
Her grip eased. Her hand was steady.
She said: Then let me be here.
He looked past her. Can was watching them from the other side of the room. Defne turned away when he looked.
Emre said: The writer made you stay. The man waited for someone else.
Zeynep set her drink down.
She said: I am not the character.
Emre said: I know. That is the problem.
She said: Rewrite it.
Emre said: I tried.
She said: Try again.
He looked at her face. He tried to imagine the sentence.
Zeynep stood in front of him. Zeynep asked him to try. She was real. Any sentence he wrote for her now would take something from her again.
He said: I cannot write you into this.
She said: I am asking you not to write.
He closed his eyes for a second.
When he opened them, she was still there.
He said: I do not know how.
Zeynep stepped back. Her hand left the glass. A wet half-circle remained on the counter.
Emre walked to the door. He looked back. She stood at the counter. Can approached her. Defne reached for her arm. Zeynep did not move.
Emre went outside.
He walked to the ferry. He sat on the deck. The water moved black under the lights.
He took out his phone. He opened the document. He scrolled to chapter thirteen. He found the scene where she stayed.
She looked at him as if she had known all along.
He read the sentence twice.
He selected it. He deleted it.
The paragraph broke.
He scrolled to the end. He read the last line.
The character closed the door.
He deleted the file.
The ferry reached the pier. He put the phone in his pocket. He stood with the others. When the gate opened, he walked off with them.