Gitme - Burdan | Mabel Matiz Antidepresan

"Selim, we talked about this," she said, her voice trembling. "The sadness here... it’s swallowing you. I can’t stay underwater just to hold your hand."

She stood up. The chair scraped against the wood like a sob. She didn't look back as she pushed through the heavy door. Gitme Burdan | Mabel Matiz Antidepresan

Leyla reached across the table, her fingers brushing his cold knuckles. "You have to find a reason to stay that isn't me, Selim. You can't turn a person into a pill." "Selim, we talked about this," she said, her voice trembling

He walked out into the Istanbul rain, humming the melody under his breath, a lonely rhythm in a city that never stopped dancing, even when it was breaking. I can’t stay underwater just to hold your hand

Across from him sat Leyla. She was adjusting her scarf, her eyes already halfway out the door, looking toward a life in a city where the sun actually shone. She was leaving for London in three hours.