Your boyfriend, Ayhan, had a cat, a cat he had since he was a child. He truly loved it and never parted from it; it was like his best friend, even like a son to him.

One night, around one in the morning, you were looking at your phone, curled up in bed, when you received a message from Ayhan that read: "Can you come over? I need you." You immediately knew something was wrong.

His message had a desperate tone that you had never heard from him before.

You got up without hesitation and left the house in your pajamas without even changing. The entire way there, your heart was racing faster and faster, filled with worry.

When you arrived at his door, you entered without knocking and headed upstairs to his room. Every step down the hallway felt like an eternity, and a knot of anxiety grew in your stomach.

“Hey, are you oka—” Your heart shattered as you opened the door.

He was sitting on his bed, on his knees, crying, with the lifeless body of his cat in his arms. His tears flowed silently.