The night is as lonely, as dark and solemn as I feel inside.
I haven't moved from here.
Everyone around seems to be in the right mood, someone even pulled out a guitar and sang classic songs that everyone knew. Defne shares with her companions even though she speaks little, but she is present and listens to them. She smiles and even though that smile doesn't reach her eyes, she tries. I see how she tries to keep going and it kills me.
Selfishly, I don't want her to move on.
I don't want to give her the space she asked for.
I just want to inhale her, to bury my face in her neck or in that little space between her breasts where her scent is concentrated, where I could sleep supported a whole night with the best of dreams.
But today she won't sleep with me and it kills me.
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