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He checked his pocket watch—a gift from Leyla before she left for the city across the sea. It was 11:45 PM. The last ferry had already docked, and the streets were emptying, yet he remained.

The neon sign of the "Umut" (Hope) tea house flickered against the damp pavement of a quiet Istanbul side street. Inside, the air was thick with the scent of cloves and tobacco, but Selim didn't notice. He sat at the same corner table he had occupied every Tuesday for three years. Ali Seven Cok Geceler Bekledimmp4

As the clock struck midnight, he slowly stood up, adjusted his coat, and stepped into the cold rain. He would walk home, sleep fitfully, and tomorrow, he would begin waiting all over again. Because in the world of the lonely, the waiting is sometimes the only thing that feels like home. He checked his pocket watch—a gift from Leyla

The waiter, an old man named Yusuf who had seen a thousand heartbreaks, placed a fresh glass of tea on the table without being asked. "The rain is starting, Selim. She won't come in a storm." The neon sign of the "Umut" (Hope) tea