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Cem watched the distant city lights flicker like dying stars. "Maybe we're just waiting for a sign," he whispered, his voice barely audible over the hum of traffic. He thought of the lyrics to their favorite song by , Belki Üstümüzden Bir Kuş Geçer , which they had danced to in his cramped apartment when they were still sure of everything.

In the heart of a bustling city, Cem and Aylin sat on the rusted bench of a park that time had forgotten. Above them, the sky was a bruised shade of purple, mirroring the heavy silence between them. They were at that fragile point in a relationship where words felt like glass—beautiful but likely to cut if handled wrong. yuksek_sadakat_belki_ustumuzden_bir_kus_gecer

"No," Cem replied, a sad smile touching his lips. "Maybe just something simple. Maybe a bird will fly over us, and in that moment, our shadows will touch on the grass. Maybe that’s all we need to remember why we started this." Cem watched the distant city lights flicker like dying stars