"No," Cem replied, a sad smile touching his lips. "Maybe just something simple. Maybe a bird will fly over us, and in that moment, our shadows will touch on the grass. Maybe that’s all we need to remember why we started this."
In the heart of a bustling city, Cem and Aylin sat on the rusted bench of a park that time had forgotten. Above them, the sky was a bruised shade of purple, mirroring the heavy silence between them. They were at that fragile point in a relationship where words felt like glass—beautiful but likely to cut if handled wrong. yuksek_sadakat_belki_ustumuzden_bir_kus_gecer
As if the universe were listening, a lone sparrow dipped from the eaves of a nearby building. It glided through the cool evening air, its wings momentarily eclipsing the glow of a streetlamp. For a heartbeat, its tiny shadow raced across the ground, bridging the gap between Cem’s boots and Aylin’s hem. "No," Cem replied, a sad smile touching his lips