Selim sat across from Leyla, watching the way she stirred her tea—circular, rhythmic, never touching the sides of the glass. For five years, that sound had been the soundtrack to his mornings. Tonight, it was the countdown to an ending.
Leyla nodded slowly, a single tear escaping. "What do we do now?"
He stood up, the chair scraping against the wooden floor. Leyla finally looked up, her eyes glossy. Selim didn't reach for her hand. Instead, he buttoned his coat, masking the tremor in his fingers.
Selim sat across from Leyla, watching the way she stirred her tea—circular, rhythmic, never touching the sides of the glass. For five years, that sound had been the soundtrack to his mornings. Tonight, it was the countdown to an ending.
Leyla nodded slowly, a single tear escaping. "What do we do now?"
He stood up, the chair scraping against the wooden floor. Leyla finally looked up, her eyes glossy. Selim didn't reach for her hand. Instead, he buttoned his coat, masking the tremor in his fingers.