One evening, sitting by the window as the city lights flickered to life, he finally understood the weight of his own words: . He would never be "satisfied" with the love they had because he always wanted more, and he would never truly "bleed out" and be done with the pain because the love was too vital to let go.

He began writing a song to capture this feeling. He wrote about her eyes and eyebrows, wondering what use they were if they weren't looking at him. He described his love as a throne she had built in his heart, one he could never dismantle.

Elias was a man who lived in the echoes of a memory. He resided in a small apartment filled with half-finished sketches and the lingering scent of jasmine tea—his "Dilber's" favorite. They had once shared a life where every sunrise felt like a promise, but a sudden departure had left his world in a state of permanent twilight.