After that magical walk in the rain, when they returned home, Murat's image had begun to fade slowly into transparency. The enormous energy he had expended — feeling the rain, physically holding Selin — had left him exhausted. As he sank into the armchair, Selin noticed his legs passing slightly through the fabric of the cushion.
"You're tiring yourself out," said Selin, walking over to him with a blanket. She draped it over Murat's shoulders; for the first time, it didn't fall into empty air — it rested on him.
"It was worth it," Murat whispered. His voice was a touch more hoarse, but his eyes were still alive.
Kerem's Raid
With the first light of morning, Kerem hammered on the door, fresh pastries in hand and a head full of questions. When he stepped inside and saw Murat in the armch
