She stood up. The chair scraped against the wood like a sob. She didn't look back as she pushed through the heavy door.
Leyla reached across the table, her fingers brushing his cold knuckles. "You have to find a reason to stay that isn't me, Selim. You can't turn a person into a pill." Gitme Burdan | Mabel Matiz Antidepresan
In his pocket, the foil of a half-empty blister pack crinkled. Antidepresan. He hadn’t taken one today. He wanted to feel the sharp edges of the goodbye, even if it cut. She stood up
"Selim, we talked about this," she said, her voice trembling. "The sadness here... it’s swallowing you. I can’t stay underwater just to hold your hand." even if it cut. "Selim