That night, Ferhat had a nightmare.
Asli heard it from her room—shuffled footsteps, heavy breathing, something falling.
She rushed out without thinking.
She found him in the hallway, tense, breathing hard, his eyes unfocused.
"Ferhat?"
He didn't respond.
She stepped closer carefully. "Hey… it's me."
His gaze snapped to her.
For a split second—
He looked ready to attack.
Then he stopped.
Reality returned.
"You shouldn't be here," he said, his voice rough.
"You had a nightmare."
"I don't have nightmares."
"You just did."
Silence.
Then she softened her voice.
"It's okay."
He let out a breath, running a hand through his hair.
"No, it's not."
And that was the most honest thing he'd ever said.