Selin watched the lights of the Galata Bridge blur into streaks of gold and silver. For the first time in a long time, the weight in her chest felt lighter.
She didn't delete the number in a fit of rage. She did it calmly, keeping time with the rhythm of the music. Selin watched the lights of the Galata Bridge
The rain slicked the neon-lit streets of Istanbul as Selin sat in the back of a yellow taxi, her forehead pressed against the cool glass. On the radio, the haunting opening notes of the Ebru Yaşar and İntizar duet, "Aramam Seni," began to play. " began to play.