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İrem didn't stop. She hit the final high note with a smirk that was half-triumph and half-heartbreak. She realized the song wasn't just a question for him; it was an answer for her. If he only saw her "occasionally," she would make sure that when he did, she was unforgettable.

She took a breath, smoothed her sequins, and stepped into the glare. The crowd roared, but her eyes instinctively darted to Table 14—the spot where he used to sit, nursing a drink and watching her like she was the only star in a galaxy of neon. It was empty. Д°rem Derici Ara SД±ra

The strobe lights at the Istanbul club didn’t stand for a party tonight; they felt like a countdown. İrem stood backstage, the muffled bass of thumping through the floorboards. In the lyrics, she sang about the "occasional" moments of missing someone, but in the silence before the microphone turned on, it felt like an every-second kind of thing. İrem didn't stop