Selin watched the lights of the Galata Bridge blur into streaks of gold and silver. For the first time in a long time, the weight in her chest felt lighter.
"Everything is perfect," she said, leaning back into the seat. "Could you turn the volume up?"
The song was everywhere. It was a melody of defiance, a sweeping anthem for those who had finally decided to stop chasing ghosts.
A based on this specific "broken heart" vibe?
The rain slicked the neon-lit streets of Istanbul as Selin sat in the back of a yellow taxi, her forehead pressed against the cool glass. On the radio, the haunting opening notes of the Ebru Yaşar and İntizar duet, "Aramam Seni," began to play.
Selin pulled her phone from her pocket. She looked at the contact she had pinned to the top for three years. Her thumb hovered over the screen. In the past, this song might have made her cry, but tonight, it felt like a permission slip.