"I am," she said. "I've been scared for a long time, Kerem. Scared of losing our friendship, scared of saying the wrong thing. But watching you up there tonight, seeing other people look at you... I realized I can't be just your friend anymore."
“Biri vardı çok önceden...” (There was someone long ago...) the lyrics echoed.
"What is it, Derin? You look like you're about to give a manifesto," Kerem teased gently, though his eyes held a trace of nervous anticipation. TuДџba YurtВ Benim O
Then, slowly, a slow, breathtaking smile spread across Kerem’s face. He squeezed her hands tightly and pulled her a step closer, eliminating the remaining space between them.
Derin took a deep breath, channeling the raw emotion of the song still playing in her mind. "I am," she said
As the chorus hit its peak, Derin stood up. The music seemed to propel her forward.
"No, let me finish," she interrupted, taking his hands in hers. They were warm, grounding her. "You are my person. You are the one I want to share everything with. I don't want to share you with anyone else in that way. To put it simply... Benim o. You are mine, and I want to be yours." But watching you up there tonight, seeing other
"Kerem," Derin said, her voice steady despite the hammering in her chest. "Can I talk to you? Alone. Right now."