Aydin Sevirem Sende — Olan Sadeliyi

She walked over and leaned against the cold stone beside him. "You’re the only person here who looks like they’re actually having a good time," she remarked.

He didn't offer a grand speech in return. He simply shifted over to make room for her on the bench, and together, they watched the moon. Aydin Sevirem Sende Olan Sadeliyi

Aydın looked up, his eyes bright and clear. "The moon is putting on a better show than the band is. It seemed a shame to miss it." She walked over and leaned against the cold stone beside him

Leyla, exhausted by the night's vanity, stepped out for air. She watched him for a moment—how he smiled at a small stray cat near the railing, how he didn't check his phone once, how he just existed . exhausted by the night's vanity