"You're still here," she whispered, her voice barely audible over the accordion in the song.
As the song reached its crescendo, the distance of five years vanished. In that tiny tea house, amidst the scent of bergamot and the sound of a Turkish ballad, she hadn't just returned to the city—she had finally come home. Koray AvcД± HoЕџ Geldin
Selin didn’t say a word at first. She just walked over and sat in the empty chair across from him. The steam from his tea rose like a curtain finally being lifted. "You're still here," she whispered, her voice barely
The rain in Istanbul didn’t just fall; it orchestrated a reunion. Mert sat at the same corner table of the tea house where he had last seen Selin five years ago. The radio in the background crackled, and then the first notes of filled the small, steamed-up room. Selin didn’t say a word at first
"I was just waiting for the right song to bring you back," Mert replied, a small smile finally breaking through.