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The neon sign of the "Umut" (Hope) tea house flickered against the damp pavement of a quiet Istanbul side street. Inside, the air was thick with the scent of cloves and tobacco, but Selim didn't notice. He sat at the same corner table he had occupied every Tuesday for three years.

He remembered the night she told him she had to leave. "It's just for a while," she had whispered, her eyes reflecting the shimmering Bosphorus. But "a while" had stretched into seasons, and seasons into years. Every night, the lyrics of Ali Seven’s song echoed in his mind: I waited for many nights, I looked at the roads. Ali Seven Cok Geceler Bekledimmp4

He checked his pocket watch—a gift from Leyla before she left for the city across the sea. It was 11:45 PM. The last ferry had already docked, and the streets were emptying, yet he remained. The neon sign of the "Umut" (Hope) tea