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.
Ten minutes passed. Then twenty. The cold was beginning to seep through his jacket. Suddenly, his pocket buzzed. Ercan Demirel Ben Gece Ruyamda Seni Gordum Bir A
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
Through the small speaker, a soft, familiar voice drifted over the sound of the wind, singing the very next line of the song: "Uyanmak istemedim, öylece kaldım..." (I didn't want to wake up, I just stayed like that...) She just looked at him with that familiar,
Ercan pulled out his phone. His thumb hovered over her name in his contacts, a name he had never been able to delete. He typed out the words from his paper: Ben gece rüyamda seni gördüm bir an.