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Aylin looked up, her eyes tracing the jagged silhouettes of the skyscrapers. "A sign like what? A miracle?"

As if the universe were listening, a lone sparrow dipped from the eaves of a nearby building. It glided through the cool evening air, its wings momentarily eclipsing the glow of a streetlamp. For a heartbeat, its tiny shadow raced across the ground, bridging the gap between Cem’s boots and Aylin’s hem. yuksek_sadakat_belki_ustumuzden_bir_kus_gecer

"No," Cem replied, a sad smile touching his lips. "Maybe just something simple. Maybe a bird will fly over us, and in that moment, our shadows will touch on the grass. Maybe that’s all we need to remember why we started this." Aylin looked up, her eyes tracing the jagged

In the heart of a bustling city, Cem and Aylin sat on the rusted bench of a park that time had forgotten. Above them, the sky was a bruised shade of purple, mirroring the heavy silence between them. They were at that fragile point in a relationship where words felt like glass—beautiful but likely to cut if handled wrong. It glided through the cool evening air, its

Cem watched the distant city lights flicker like dying stars. "Maybe we're just waiting for a sign," he whispered, his voice barely audible over the hum of traffic. He thought of the lyrics to their favorite song by , Belki Üstümüzden Bir Kuş Geçer , which they had danced to in his cramped apartment when they were still sure of everything.

Aylin felt a sudden, sharp pang of nostalgia. She reached out, her hand finding Cem’s in the dark. The weight of the silence shifted from heavy to soft. The "bird passing over" wasn't a grand omen, but a reminder that life—and love—is made of fleeting, quiet moments that only matter if you're looking up together.