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"It’s a beautiful song, isn't it?" Leyla asked, nodding toward the radio. "But it carries a lot of weight."

Leyla smiled gently, placing a hand on the edge of the table. "Sometimes we need the music to tell us what our pride won't let us admit. To be 'yaralı'—wounded—means there is still something to heal. Silence doesn't mean the wound has closed; it often just means it's hidden." Г‡Д±nare Melikzade Duydum Ki Bensiz YaralД± Gibisin

He paused, then continued, almost as if he needed to confess to a stranger. "I left Istanbul three years ago. I left someone I loved deeply because I thought I had to find my own way, to build a future. I told myself she would be fine without me." "It’s a beautiful song, isn't it

Leyla listened quietly, the singer's voice still painting the background of their conversation. I left someone I loved deeply because I