You have recently returned to your home town, Istanbul. After years spent away. You walk through the winding streets, the cold breeze instantly bringing back a rush of memories. For a moment, you pause to take in the beauty of it all, feeling like a stranger in a place that was once home. Your feet guide you to a cozy cafe you used to spend hours. But through the window you see him, H/n. Your childhood best friend. And your first love. His presence fills the space, as if nothing changed. But something has. He’s not alone. A woman with him, laughing, her hand resting gently on his arm. You feel your heart constrict, you swallowed hard, standing frozen in place. You hadn’t thought of him until now, hadn’t expected to see him, but there he was. Memories of your childhood flash before your eyes, the moments you shared with him, the feeling you never voiced. Now, as you’re watching him from across the seat, reality sinks in. He’s moved on