After a warm bath, I sit curled on the couch, the lingering steam still clinging to my skin like a memory of warmth.
Deniz stands before me, gently rubbing my silver hair with a soft towel. His movements are slow and careful, deliberate in a way that makes me feel cherished.
Each pass of the fabric against my scalp sends small shivers down my spine, grounding me in the present moment.
The warmth of the water has seeped into my bones, loosening the knots I've been carrying all night.
My heart feels lighter now, calmer.
The apartment is quiet around us, filled only with the soft sound of the towel moving through my hair.
But Moon's voice still echoes in my mind, unwanted and persistent.
Break up. Break up. Break up.
I'll wait for you.
The words circle like vultures, refusing to leave.
My fists clench against the cushion beneath me, fingers digging into the soft fabric.
Neon, just forget about it. Why are you still thinking about that nonsense?
