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He checked his pocket watch—a gift from Leyla before she left for the city across the sea. It was 11:45 PM. The last ferry had already docked, and the streets were emptying, yet he remained.

As the clock struck midnight, he slowly stood up, adjusted his coat, and stepped into the cold rain. He would walk home, sleep fitfully, and tomorrow, he would begin waiting all over again. Because in the world of the lonely, the waiting is sometimes the only thing that feels like home. Ali Seven Cok Geceler Bekledimmp4

The waiter, an old man named Yusuf who had seen a thousand heartbreaks, placed a fresh glass of tea on the table without being asked. "The rain is starting, Selim. She won't come in a storm." He checked his pocket watch—a gift from Leyla

Selim didn't answer. He just watched the raindrops streak the window like tears. He wasn't just waiting for a person anymore; he was waiting for the version of himself that was happy, the one that existed before the silence began. As the clock struck midnight, he slowly stood