Somewhere far ahead, off the main road, Zeynep stopped in her tracks for a moment. Her breath caught in her throat. She didn't know why, but she felt him, the pull, the certainty, the ache, like someone was trailing her, not in a creepy way but in a way that wrapped around her heart like a promise she didn't realize she needed.
She clenched her fists. "Don't follow me," she whispered to the wind. But deep down, she didn't even believe her own words. She wiped her tears and kept moving, knowing he'd pursue her, hoping he wouldn't, and dreading what would happen if he actually found her. But nature sensed this wasn't the right moment for their reunion.
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