Decades passed like tides. They built a life in the quiet corners of Muğla, away from the noise of the world. They grew gray together, their skin becoming a map of every shared laugh and every weathered storm. But as Leyla’s health began to fade, the phrase returned to him, no longer a romantic whisper but a solemn reality.
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"I am old now, Selim," she whispered, her eyes finding his. "And you are still here." "I promised," he said, his voice a steady anchor. Decades passed like tides