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He didn't need to look up to know it was her. The scent of her perfume always reached him before her voice did. Ayşegül sat down, her eyes tracing the exhaustion etched into his face.

He looked at her, the woman he had died for a thousand times. He realized then that the song wasn't about the glasses that broke; it was about the heart that kept pouring more even after the shards cut deep. poyraz_karayelden_kac_kadeh_kirildi_poyraz_kara...

He remembered the first time they danced to this song. He had stepped on her toes, making some absurd joke about how his feet were actually secret agents trying to sabotage the evening. She had laughed, that bright, bell-like sound that made the darkness of the Mafia world he inhabited feel like a distant bad dream. He didn't need to look up to know it was her

"The glass is still whole, Poyraz," she whispered, covering his hand with hers. He looked at her, the woman he had died for a thousand times