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For ten minutes, he didn't talk about anger or regret. He talked about gratitude. He thanked her for the light she brought into his life and apologized for the shadows he couldn't keep away. Leyla listened, her quiet breaths the only sound against the distant crashing of the waves.
When the call ended, Elmar didn't feel the usual sharp sting of loss. Instead, he felt a strange, quiet peace. He looked out at the horizon where the sea met the sky. The music in his ears reached its crescendo, a final soulful note that seemed to release everything he had been holding onto.
He wasn't there to beg her to come back. He knew that bridge had burned. He was there because of the silence—the heavy, suffocating silence that follows a storm. He just needed to hear her voice one last time to make the ending feel real.
He finally dialed the number. It rang once. Twice. On the third ring, she picked up. "Hello?" her voice was soft, hesitant.
He stepped out into the cool air and walked toward the Boulevard. He remembered their last walk there, how the wind had caught her scarf and how she had laughed. Now, the laughter felt like a ghost story.
Elmar took a deep breath, the lyrics of the song echoing in his mind. "I don’t want to take much of your time," he said, his voice steady despite the ache in his chest. "I just... I needed to say the things I didn't say when you walked away. I needed you to icaze ver —to allow me this one last moment."
For ten minutes, he didn't talk about anger or regret. He talked about gratitude. He thanked her for the light she brought into his life and apologized for the shadows he couldn't keep away. Leyla listened, her quiet breaths the only sound against the distant crashing of the waves.
When the call ended, Elmar didn't feel the usual sharp sting of loss. Instead, he felt a strange, quiet peace. He looked out at the horizon where the sea met the sky. The music in his ears reached its crescendo, a final soulful note that seemed to release everything he had been holding onto.
He wasn't there to beg her to come back. He knew that bridge had burned. He was there because of the silence—the heavy, suffocating silence that follows a storm. He just needed to hear her voice one last time to make the ending feel real.
He finally dialed the number. It rang once. Twice. On the third ring, she picked up. "Hello?" her voice was soft, hesitant.
He stepped out into the cool air and walked toward the Boulevard. He remembered their last walk there, how the wind had caught her scarf and how she had laughed. Now, the laughter felt like a ghost story.
Elmar took a deep breath, the lyrics of the song echoing in his mind. "I don’t want to take much of your time," he said, his voice steady despite the ache in his chest. "I just... I needed to say the things I didn't say when you walked away. I needed you to icaze ver —to allow me this one last moment."
