Home, Cold, and Us
Months passed. Selin returned fully to her life—work, friends, family. She moved back into her apartment, the one she’d shared with Murat when he was alive. The one where he’d first returned as a ghost. Kerem helped her move back in, carrying boxes and making jokes to lighten the mood. “You sure about this?” he asked. “This place has a lot of memories.” “Exactly. That’s why I need to reclaim it. Not as a shrine to the past, but as my home for the present.” Murat watched from the corner, his form fainter than usual. Moving back had taken something from him—whether energy or emotion, Selin couldn’t tell. After Kerem left, Selin walked through the apartment, remembering. Here was where they’d had their first fight. There, where he’d proposed. That corner, where she’d first seen him after
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