"I told you the bridge would be blocked," a familiar, breathless voice said.

The rain in Istanbul didn't care about Zeynep’s plans. It fell in heavy, rhythmic sheets, blurring the neon lights of Kadıköy into a smear of watercolor blues and reds.

Outside, the storm continued, but inside the small cafe, the "impossible" felt, for the first time, like a beginning.

Yaprak looked up, her heart hammering against her ribs like a trapped bird. "I thought you weren't coming. I thought... I was just another leaf falling in the wind."

In her mind, she could still hear the roar of a motorcycle engine, just like the scenes she had read in stories on Wattpad , where characters like them found a way to defy the world. In those stories, Zeynep would hop on the back of the bike, grip a leather jacket tight, and leave the city behind İmkansızım - Chapter 2. But real life didn't have a "Next Chapter" button.

A damp hand reached across the table, covering hers. "The wind only carries you where you’re meant to go, Yaprak. And I’m not letting you land anywhere without me."

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