"You think you’re being strong by staying silent," Ebru said, her voice rich and resonant. "But 'İçime Ata Ata'—throwing it all inside—is just a slow way to drown. You’re building a dam against a river that’s already overflown."
Burak didn't look up. "Some things are meant to be carried alone," he replied. "If I let it out, it becomes real. As long as it’s buried, it’s just a ghost." "You think you’re being strong by staying silent,"
Across the table, leaned in, his voice a gravelly whisper. "How long are you going to keep it in, brother? That fire is going to burn you from the inside out." "Some things are meant to be carried alone," he replied
Suddenly, the room went silent. walked in, her presence cutting through the haze like a lighthouse beam. She didn't need to ask what they were discussing; she could see the shadows under Burak's eyes. She pulled up a chair, her gaze fixed on him with a mix of pity and steel. "How long are you going to keep it in, brother