Unspoken Memories
The Arrival
Max and Harveyâs surprise visit had brought a sense of home to Y/Nâs chaotic life. Their protective nature and effortless ability to make her laugh were just what she needed amidst her packed schedule. The groupâKenan, Rosé, Duru, BarıÅ, and Ardaâwelcomed them back warmly, and for the first few days, it felt like a carefree reunion.
But, as it always happens, the past has a way of creeping back when least expected.
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The Trigger
It was a quiet evening, and the group had gathered at Y/Nâs apartment. Snacks were scattered across the coffee table, and laughter filled the room as BarıŠtried and failed to guess Roséâs charade.
BarıÅ: "How is that supposed to be an airplane?!"
Rosé: "Because it was! Youâre terrible at this game."
Max chuckled from the couch, scrolling through channels on the TV while Harvey leaned back, sipping his drink. Y/N sat between them, Kenan sitting comfortably at her feet, leaning against the couch.
As Max flipped through the channels, he suddenly froze. The screen displayed an old video of their father. He was giving one of his most notable speeches, his voice calm yet commanding.
Max and Harvey exchanged a quick glance before both of their gazes fell on Y/N. They knew this would hit her harder than anyone.
Max, without a word, draped his arm around Y/Nâs shoulders, pulling her close. Y/N didnât say anything, her wide eyes fixed on the screen.
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The Room Falls Silent
The others, sensing the shift in atmosphere, stopped talking and turned their attention to the screen. The video played on, showing their father addressing an audience about resilience and the importance of family.
Kenan, noticing the tension in Y/Nâs posture, reached out to place a reassuring hand on her knee. She didnât acknowledge it, her focus entirely on the video.
When the clip ended, the room remained silent. BarıÅ, breaking the tension softly:
"Was that your dad?"
Max gave a small nod, but instead of answering in English, he spoke in French, turning to Y/N and Harvey.
"Tu veux qu'on éteigne ça? Ãa va, Y/N?"
("Do you want us to turn it off? Are you okay, Y/N?")
Harvey leaned forward, his voice equally soft.
"Elle a l'air choquée. Ãa fait longtemps qu'on n'a pas vu quelque chose comme ça."
("She looks shocked. Itâs been a long time since weâve seen something like this.")
Y/N finally found her voice, speaking in French to her brothers.
"Je pensais que j'étais prête pour ça, mais... entendre sa voix comme ça... c'est tellement dur."
("I thought I was ready for this, but... hearing his voice like that... itâs so hard.")
Max tightened his arm around her, his voice steady.
"Tu n'as pas besoin d'être forte tout le temps, Y/N. On est là pour toi."
("You donât have to be strong all the time, Y/N. Weâre here for you.")
Harvey added, his tone comforting.
"Papa serait fier de toi. Tu sais ça, non?"
("Dad would be proud of you. You know that, right?")
Y/N nodded, tears slipping down her cheeks. She buried her face in her hands, her words muffled.
"Il me manque tellement."
("I miss him so much.")
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The Groupâs Support
The others stayed quiet, not understanding the conversation but respecting the moment. Kenan leaned closer to Y/N, his voice soft.
"We donât know what youâre saying, but whatever you need, weâre here."
Max glanced at Kenan, switching to English.
"Thanks. She just needs a moment."
Rosé stood up, grabbing a glass of water for Y/N. She handed it to her with a warm smile.
"Take your time, Y/N. You donât have to rush through this."
Duru nodded, her voice gentle.
"And youâre not alone in this. Weâre all here for you."
BarıÅ, for once, didnât crack a joke.
"Your dad sounds like someone whoâd be proud of everything youâve done. Youâve got nothing to prove to anyone."
Y/N sniffled, wiping her tears, and managed a small smile.
"Thank you, all of you."
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A French Exchange
Later that evening, as the group shifted back to lighthearted games, Y/N, Max, and Harvey stayed on the couch, talking quietly in French.
Max: "Tu sais, tu es beaucoup plus forte que tu le penses."
("You know, youâre a lot stronger than you think.")
Y/N: "Je ne me sens pas forte. Je me sens juste... fatiguée."
("I donât feel strong. I just feel... tired.")
Harvey: "Câest normal. Mais regarde autour de toi. Tu as construit une vie incroyable, et tu es entourée de gens qui tâaiment."
("Thatâs normal. But look around you. Youâve built an incredible life, and youâre surrounded by people who love you.")
Max: "Et même si papa nâest plus là , il est toujours avec toi. Dans ce que tu fais, dans qui tu es."
("And even though Dadâs not here, heâs always with you. In what you do, in who you are.")
Y/Nâs eyes welled up again, but this time, she smiled through the tears.
"Merci. Vous êtes les meilleurs frères."
("Thank you. Youâre the best brothers.")
Harvey smirked.
"On le sait."
("We know.")
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Ending the Night
By the time the night ended, Y/N felt lighter. The pain of the reminder lingered, but the love and support around her made it bearable. As she got ready for bed, she paused to look at the photo of her father she kept on her nightstand.
With a deep breath, she whispered,
"Merci, papa. Pour tout."
("Thank you, Dad. For everything.")
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Ending Note
The unexpected video had brought back painful memories, but it also reminded Y/N of the strength her father had instilled in her and the unwavering support of her brothers and friends. For the first time in years, she allowed herself to fully feel the griefâand it made her feel a little closer to him.
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Sorry I didn't have anything else to write please give me ideas in the comments