As he reached the water, he pulled his phone from his pocket. He looked at her name in his contacts—the last thread connecting him to the person who "wasted" him.
“Insan biraz sevmez mi?” the voice pleaded through the speakers. insan_biraz_sevmez_mi_remix_bir_vedanla_harcadi...
He didn't need an answer anymore. The answer was in the silence she left behind. With a steady breath, he hit Delete . The song in his head finally faded, replaced by the quiet, rhythmic lap of the water against the stones. He wasn't "wasted" yet—he was just beginning to find the pieces she left behind. As he reached the water, he pulled his phone from his pocket