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Leyla reached across the table, her fingers brushing his cold knuckles. "You have to find a reason to stay that isn't me, Selim. You can't turn a person into a pill."

He walked out into the Istanbul rain, humming the melody under his breath, a lonely rhythm in a city that never stopped dancing, even when it was breaking. Gitme Burdan | Mabel Matiz Antidepresan

"Say something," she whispered, her voice barely rising above the low hum of a radio playing in the kitchen. Leyla reached across the table, her fingers brushing

"I'm trying to surface," he replied, finally meeting her gaze. His eyes were bloodshot, reflecting the flickering streetlights. "But the medicine only makes the water feel warmer. It doesn't help me swim. Sen gidersen, gökyüzü de gider. If you go, the sky goes too." "Say something," she whispered, her voice barely rising