The car stopped in front of the Erdogan Mansion. Alihan carefully looked over at Azra, who had fallen asleep on his shoulder. Her face was etched with the exhaustion of the day, a testament to how taxing it had been for her.
Gently, he shifted his shoulder, supporting her with his hand as he lifted her out of the car. Alihan's eyes betrayed a rare softness, a flicker of something unfamiliar stirring in his heart as he gazed at her.
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I was a child who began to imagine just to escape realityโnow here I stand, holding onto one of those escapes, Revulsion.
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