He remembered the night she told him she had to leave. "It's just for a while," she had whispered, her eyes reflecting the shimmering Bosphorus. But "a while" had stretched into seasons, and seasons into years. Every night, the lyrics of Ali Seven’s song echoed in his mind: I waited for many nights, I looked at the roads.
He checked his pocket watch—a gift from Leyla before she left for the city across the sea. It was 11:45 PM. The last ferry had already docked, and the streets were emptying, yet he remained. Ali Seven Cok Geceler Bekledimmp4
Selim didn't answer. He just watched the raindrops streak the window like tears. He wasn't just waiting for a person anymore; he was waiting for the version of himself that was happy, the one that existed before the silence began. He remembered the night she told him she had to leave