"Selim, we talked about this," she said, her voice trembling. "The sadness here... it’s swallowing you. I can’t stay underwater just to hold your hand."
"Say something," she whispered, her voice barely rising above the low hum of a radio playing in the kitchen. Gitme Burdan | Mabel Matiz Antidepresan
The rain in Istanbul didn’t just fall; it blurred the edges of the world, much like the static in Selim’s mind. He sat in a corner of a smoky Galata café, the neon sign outside buzzing a frantic rhythm that matched his pulse. "Selim, we talked about this," she said, her voice trembling
Across from him sat Leyla. She was adjusting her scarf, her eyes already halfway out the door, looking toward a life in a city where the sun actually shone. She was leaving for London in three hours. I can’t stay underwater just to hold your hand