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Leyla didn't look away. Instead, she reached across the table, her fingers brushing against his hand. "Maybe I want it to go," she said softly.

He caught himself staring. It wasn't just that she was beautiful; it was the way her eyes crinkled at the corners, holding a warmth that felt like a sanctuary.

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"What?" she asked, noticing his silence. She leaned forward, her chin resting on her palm, her gaze locking onto his with an intensity that made his breath catch.

"Bakma bana öyle," Cem whispered, his voice thick with a mix of awe and vulnerability. Don't look at me like that. Leyla didn't look away

"Why not?" she teased, though her smile softened into something more intimate. "İçim gidiyor," he admitted. My heart is slipping away.

In that small café, amidst the steam of forgotten tea and the hum of a city that never stopped, Cem realized he wasn't just losing his heart; he was finally finding where it belonged. He caught himself staring

He felt it physically—a fluttering ache in his chest, the sensation of falling without wanting to be caught. It was the feeling of a thousand "maybes" turning into a single "always."