Ercan looked up at the foggy city and smiled. The bridge between them wasn't broken after all.
The line was from a song that had been playing on repeat in his mind since he woke up at 3:00 AM. In that brief, fleeting dream, she was standing right there in the mist, her green coat a sharp contrast against the grey Istanbul skyline. She hadn't spoken. She just looked at him with that familiar, heartbreaking half-smile before fading away. Ercan Demirel Ben Gece Ruyamda Seni Gordum Bir A
Ten minutes passed. Then twenty. The cold was beginning to seep through his jacket. Suddenly, his pocket buzzed. Ercan looked up at the foggy city and smiled
It was an audio file. He pressed play and held the phone to his ear. Ercan Demirel Ben Gece Ruyamda Seni Gordum Bir A