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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.

Aylin felt a sudden, sharp pang of nostalgia. She reached out, her hand finding Cem’s in the dark. The weight of the silence shifted from heavy to soft. The "bird passing over" wasn't a grand omen, but a reminder that life—and love—is made of fleeting, quiet moments that only matter if you're looking up together. yuksek_sadakat_belki_ustumuzden_bir_kus_gecer

Aylin looked up, her eyes tracing the jagged silhouettes of the skyscrapers. "A sign like what? A miracle?" Cem watched the distant city lights flicker like dying stars

"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." Aylin felt a sudden, sharp pang of nostalgia