I stand beside the big glass wall of my office, hands buried deep in my pockets, staring out at the city sprawled below me like a glittering carpet of lights.
The darkness has fallen completely now, transforming the familiar skyline into something magical—thousands of tiny lights twinkling against the velvet black, cars moving in slow, glowing rivers along the streets below.
The buildings across the way are outlined in gold and silver, their windows small squares of warmth in the cold night.
My reflection stares back at me from the glass, pale and tired, a ghost superimposed over the city. But I barely see it. I'm somewhere else entirely.
In my mind, I'm walking down a quiet street I've never seen, hand in hand with Deniz. The city lights shine above us, casting everything in warm gold, making the ordinary extraordinary.
