Kerem closed his eyes. He thought of Selin. He thought of the three years they had spent building a world, only for her to tear it down in a single afternoon without so much as a backward glance. He wasn’t angry in the way people are in movies—throwing plates or shouting at the sky. He was exhausted.
The city lights of Istanbul blurred into long, neon streaks against the rain on Kerem’s windshield. In the passenger seat sat nothing but a ghost—the lingering scent of a perfume that no longer belonged in his car.
It felt like a legal battle was happening inside his ribs. His logic was the defense attorney, making excuses: She was scared, she wasn’t ready. But his heart was the judge, the jury, and the grieving victim. It was filing a lawsuit against her for breach of soul.
Kerem closed his eyes. He thought of Selin. He thought of the three years they had spent building a world, only for her to tear it down in a single afternoon without so much as a backward glance. He wasn’t angry in the way people are in movies—throwing plates or shouting at the sky. He was exhausted.
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It felt like a legal battle was happening inside his ribs. His logic was the defense attorney, making excuses: She was scared, she wasn’t ready. But his heart was the judge, the jury, and the grieving victim. It was filing a lawsuit against her for breach of soul. Kerem closed his eyes