Yoruldum: Sд±la

As she watched the waves, she didn't feel like jumping; she felt like shedding. She took off her heavy wool coat—a gift from an aunt she felt she owed—and draped it over a bench. She unpinned her hair, letting the wind finally take the strands that had been tucked away so neatly.

"I'm tired of being strong," she whispered to the steam rising from the tea. SД±la Yoruldum

She looked at her phone. Three missed calls from her mother, likely about her brother’s debt. A dozen notifications from a group chat she no longer felt a part of. She realized she had spent her whole life answering everyone else's questions before she even knew what her own were. As she watched the waves, she didn't feel