📅 Date: May 6, 2026
🕡 Time: 06:30 AM
📍 Location: Dokuz Eylül University Hospital – Parking Lot
A hush like morning fog had settled over the hospital's parking lot. The sun hadn't fully risen above İzmir yet—its light was leaking in, but not quite illuminating.
Then came the sound of a Kawasaki engine, tearing through the stillness like a scalpel.
Noah pulled in and parked his bike. He wasn't weighed down by exhaustion—no, it was something stranger. A tension he couldn't name, coiling in his chest.
Just as he reached up to remove his helmet, something across the lot caught his eye.
Two motorcycles side by side. But that wasn't what made him freeze.
It was the girl.
She wore green surgical scrubs, her hair loosely tied back. A helmet dangled from her hand.
The man beside her leaned across the bike, wrapped an arm around her waist, and pulled her into him. It wasn't rushed—it was possessive.
The kiss that followed wasn't tender—it was deliberate. A statement. Like it was meant to be seen.
Noah's eyes locked onto them.
His hand still gripped his helmet, but his fingers had gone slack.
He wanted to look away—he didn't.
And then she turned.
Their eyes met.
Time cracked.
It was Eve.
Her gaze was sharp—almost scornful. No smile. No guilt.
Just a still, glacial distance. Like glass too cold to touch.
Noah's throat tightened.
"Eve has… a boyfriend?"
He hadn't expected this from her. In his mind, Eve had always been a kind of void—present, but untouchable.
Now that void was filled. With someone else.
The rest of the day passed inside the OR. His hands moved with precision—scissors slicing tissue—but his mind was still stuck in that early morning scene.
He wasn't just tired. He was… disoriented.
As the case ended, only three people remained in the operating room: him, a resident, and Nurse Claire.
Then, almost absently, he voiced the question that had been sitting in his chest all day:
"Does Eve from general surgery… have a boyfriend?"
Claire turned her head slightly, avoiding his gaze.
"I think so," she said quietly. "Haven't seen her in a while, though. Didn't get the chance to ask.But… why do you care? I thought you weren't interested."
Noah's voice grew firmer. He turned to her.
"What do you mean by that? 'Weren't interested'?"
Claire flushed. Her words tangled halfway between her mouth and her mind.
"Um… don't repeat this, okay?" she muttered, eyes now glued to the floor.
"But last year… Eve was totally into you."
Something flickered across Noah's face.
"What? Into me?"
Claire nodded, slowly. "Yeah. She tried to talk to you, in little ways. Tried to get close.
But then she found out you had a girlfriend… and just—pulled back. She never brought it up again."
Silence fell. The only sound was the soft, intermittent beep of a monitor.
Noah couldn't name the feeling curling in his chest.Was it guilt? The weight of a missed possibility?Or—for the first time—was it jealousy?
The morning scene replayed in his mind. But this time, it was sharper.The helmet she held—that was the proof. That was Eve.
And now, knowing everything he knew, he looked back at her expression—and saw something more than coldness.
He saw hurt.
The ache of being overlooked.
The bitterness of a heart that had long since said goodbye.
A heart that, perhaps, had looked at him one last time—only to turn away forever.