He looked out the window at the distant lights of the city and realized he was no longer the man who lived for her call. He had found a hard-earned peace in the silence. He whispered the words that would become his final message to her: — Don't call me anymore.
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But after a thousand empty promises and "broken oaths" ( hani ayrılmak yoktu ), the fire that once burned for her turned into cold ash. He realized that every conversation only reopened old wounds, keeping him trapped in his "bachelor room" ( bekar odamda ) filled with tears. He looked out the window at the distant