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As she walked away, Selim stayed seated, watching her figure disappear into the crowd. He had given his word. He would be the one to carry the sadness so that she didn't have to.

Leyla sobbed, a single tear escaping. "How can I not be sad?" Söz Ne Olur Üzülme

Selim felt a sharp ache in his chest, but he didn't reach out to stop her. He loved her enough to know that his grip was what was suffocating her. He took a deep breath, forcing a smile that didn't reach his tired eyes. "Then let's make a deal," he said softly. She finally looked up, confused. "A deal?" As she walked away, Selim stayed seated, watching

The old tea garden by the Bosphorus was nearly empty, the wind carrying the scent of salt and dying leaves. Selim watched Leyla’s hands; they were trembling as she held her glass. He knew what was coming before she even spoke. The silence between them had become a bridge that neither could cross. Leyla sobbed, a single tear escaping