Yoruldum | Sд±la

"I'm tired of being strong," she whispered to the steam rising from the tea.

Should Sıla or find a way to stay on her own terms? Is there a specific person she needs to confront? SД±la Yoruldum

As she watched the waves, she didn't feel like jumping; she felt like shedding. She took off her heavy wool coat—a gift from an aunt she felt she owed—and draped it over a bench. She unpinned her hair, letting the wind finally take the strands that had been tucked away so neatly. "I'm tired of being strong," she whispered to