She closed her eyes, letting the final notes fade out. The "night" in Selim’s heart wasn't her burden to carry. She took a deep breath, opened her window to the cool evening air, and for the first time in a long time, she didn't feel afraid of the dark. Where to Listen

She remembered the night they sat by the Bosphorus, the water reflecting the city lights. She had asked him what he was thinking, and he had simply looked away, his eyes reflecting the same void as the black water. His heart truly was like the night—beautiful from a distance, but cold and lonely once you were inside it. Finding Light in the Melancholy

The city was bathed in a pale blue light, but for Leyla, the world felt as dark as the ink in her journal. She pressed play on her phone, and the familiar, haunting melody of Irmak Arıcı’s "Gece Gibi Gönlün" filled her small apartment.