Fresh tears spill down my cheeks.
"Why did you do this?"
My voice isn't my own. Raw. Broken. Scraped hollow from somewhere deep inside— a place I didn't know existed until now.
Deniz's voice is flat. Empty. A surface that gives nothing back.
"I was never interested in you."
He says it like he's stating the weather. Like he's telling the time. Like the words carry no weight at all— while I'm still holding onto them like they were oxygen.
"From the beginning, you were the one who kept clinging to me. So I played along."
A pause— not hesitation, not guilt, just control.
"Just a little."
I stare at him.
He played with me.
The thought repeats in my head, over and over, until it stops feeling real.
Tears keep sliding down my face, catching the light as they fall, dripping from my chin onto the floor between us. I don't even try to stop them anymore.
"But you seemed…"
He tilts his head slightly, as if searching for the right word, like this is just a normal conversation.
