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A woman at his table leaned in closer to whisper something, placing a hand lightly on his arm. A sharp, burning sensation flared in Derin’s chest. It wasn't just simple jealousy; it was a profound, sudden realization. Kerem wasn't just a part of her life. He was her heart.
Then, slowly, a slow, breathtaking smile spread across Kerem’s face. He squeezed her hands tightly and pulled her a step closer, eliminating the remaining space between them. TuДџba YurtВ Benim O
"I've been waiting for you to say that for six months," Kerem whispered, his voice thick with emotion. "I was just too cowardly to say it first. You are mine too, Derin. Always have been." A woman at his table leaned in closer
Lately, however, things were shifting. Other people were starting to notice Kerem. Kerem wasn't just a part of her life
"I am," she said. "I've been scared for a long time, Kerem. Scared of losing our friendship, scared of saying the wrong thing. But watching you up there tonight, seeing other people look at you... I realized I can't be just your friend anymore."
"Kerem," Derin said, her voice steady despite the hammering in her chest. "Can I talk to you? Alone. Right now."
The café’s sound system transitioned, and the rhythmic, pulsing beat of Tuğba Yurt’s "Benim O" began to fill the warm evening air.