He didn't need an answer anymore. The answer was in the silence she left behind. With a steady breath, he hit Delete . The song in his head finally faded, replaced by the quiet, rhythmic lap of the water against the stones. He wasn't "wasted" yet—he was just beginning to find the pieces she left behind.
As he reached the water, he pulled his phone from his pocket. He looked at her name in his contacts—the last thread connecting him to the person who "wasted" him.
“Insan biraz sevmez mi?” the voice pleaded through the speakers.
He left the dance floor and stepped out into the cool Istanbul night. The city felt like a graveyard of their memories. Every street corner was a place they had laughed; every café was a place they had planned a future that didn't exist anymore.
One sentence. One farewell. Bir vedanla harcadı. She had spent three years of his life in three seconds.
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