"Some journeys don't begin with a step, but with the weight of an untold story, hanging between silence and fate."
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In a land where whispers of the past intertwine with the present
Sania, a soul adrift, seeks...
"Sometimes the heaviest truths are the ones we say quietly, not with words, but with the weight of our choices."
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The darkness of the night is illuminated by the stars above, and a faint breeze carries the scent of blooming flowers and the earthy smell of damp soil, wrapping the night in a sense of tranquility.
Hassan's eyes open, stirred by an unexpected thirst. He glances at the table beside him, but the water glass is empty-he's forgotten to refill it.
Sighing, he sits up in bed for a few moments. He picks up his phone, squinting at the brightness as it reads 2 AM.
Earlier, when he had returned from Sania's house, night had already settled, and the streets were shadowed. He stepped into his home, where an eerie silence greeted him.
Hakan hadn't come back yet, which deepened the quietness. Taking a deep breath to settle himself, Hassan retreated to his room.
Hassan sits there for a few moments, but then gets up and leaves his room. He pauses in the hallway, noticing the light. After heading to the kitchen, he returns with a glass of water, placing it on the table before sitting on the sofa, parallel to Hakan.
"Didn't you sleep?" Hassan asks, startling Hakan, who turns toward him.
"You scared me," Hakan responds.
Hassan smiles and leans his head against the sofa. "What are you doing awake?"
"Just finishing an assignment... I was about to sleep now."
"Hmm..." Hassan nods.
"By the way, how did the idea of getting home cross your mind?"
Hakan's question makes Hassan smile. He had already told him about Sania's recovery over the phone, which is why there hadn't been any follow-up calls.
"I was tired," Hassan answers.
"So, you came here to sleep?"
"Whatever..." Hassan brushes off the sarcasm, standing up to leave, but a thought strikes him. He sits back down, this time with no smile on his face.
"I need to tell you something," Hassan says, his tone serious.
Hakan, who had been working on his laptop, pauses and looks at him inquisitively.
"I'm shifting out of here tomorrow."
Hakan's face shows clear surprise, but more than that, uncertainty.
"Why?" he asks.
"Just some personal issues."
"Oh." The response is short. The single word comes quietly, but Hassan can feel the suppressed questions behind it.
