The silence after the fight was unbearable.
Hours passed without a word.
Until—
A soft knock on her door.
Asli hesitated… then opened it.
Ferhat stood there.
Tense. Uncertain.
"I didn't mean—" he started.
"Yes, you did," she interrupted.
A pause.
Then—
"I'm not good at this."
"At what?"
"…this."
He gestured vaguely between them.
The honesty caught her off guard.
"You don't have to be perfect," she said quietly. "Just… try."
He looked at her.
Really looked.
And for a moment…
All the walls between them felt thinner.
"I don't know how," he admitted.
Asli's voice softened.
"Then learn."
And just like that…
Something shifted again.