The air of Istanbul wasn’t unfamiliar with the honks of the red car, yet it had been months, the screeching, the sudden breaking down was missed terribly. Istanbul missed the red car and more than that, it missed Eda Yildiz , carrying her warmth and sass, just like old times. It wasn’t possible for her to forget the black car, parked alongside hers. Even if she tried she couldn’t. Holding her tiny bag, she paced towards the hospital. It wasn’t the right time to reminisce past. She composed herself, making a mental note of why exactly she was here. This was important, maybe more Serkan Bolat himself. Her heartbeat turned faster than before, not because of the possibility to see Robot Bolat, but to reach late, and miss the opportunity of final goodbyes.

He had heard she was coming,even if he hadn’t known, his heart was enough to tell, that she was around. He could sense; as cliche and illogical as it sound, but it was true-unfortunately. Nevertheless, it wasn’t the exact time to think about his ex and get worked up. Serkan composed himself, and diverted his mind towards, what really mattered at the moment. He was pacing nervously, unaware about the result, doctors had given up yet, he had a tiny bit of hope left to linger on. He had learned to never give up, hope and faith could change fate. If only-