The irony wasn’t lost on them. The song was a plea wrapped in a dance, a heartbreak you could move your hips to. It was exactly how Selim felt: a tragic mess disguised as a functioning human being.
"I'm trying to surface," he replied, finally meeting her gaze. His eyes were bloodshot, reflecting the flickering streetlights. "But the medicine only makes the water feel warmer. It doesn't help me swim. Sen gidersen, gökyüzü de gider. If you go, the sky goes too." Gitme Burdan | Mabel Matiz Antidepresan
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. The irony wasn’t lost on them
Selim stayed. He listened to the song end and the next one begin. He took the blister pack out, looked at the small white tablet, and then put it back in his pocket. For the first time in months, he didn't want the numbness. He wanted to feel the hole she left behind, because at least that hole was real. "I'm trying to surface," he replied, finally meeting