Dear Reader,
Sometimes, life makes you feel like you're exactly where you shouldn't be, right? But what if those "wrong" places are truly the best stops on the road to your dreams? This book chronicles the sweet and tough adventures of two inseparable friends during their youth, as they pursue their biggest aspirations. Their ups and downs, their shared laughter, and their quiet partings... Every moment highlights the profound value of genuine friendship and the strength that comes from self-belief. This story will resonate with you, I'm sure.
Table of Contents
* First Meeting
* First Concert
* Last Dance
* Everyone in Their Right Place
Shadows After Sunrise" The First Encounte
On a small island, near the calm shore of the sea, lived a girl named Sun.With her short hair, average height, and introverted nature, she was a lonely soul in the middle of the crowd. She had no friends. She didn't need any either; because she didn't belong to the majority — nor did she want to.The other girls were different. Even though they were young, they went to concerts, drank alcohol, and got involved in everything around them. But Sun stayed far away from all that chaos. Her world was quieter, more inward.
It was a summer day. Sun was walking alone along the rocky shore. She was tired of the hot weather and the people in the city. She stopped near the rocks and stared at the sea — as if she wanted to lose all the heaviness in her chest within the waves.
She walked along the coast, not counting her steps, trying to escape her thoughts. On her way home, she randomly threw the seashells in her hand into the streets. Some people ran past her, but she didn't care. It was as if she was walking through the world with her eyes close
As she neared her house, she noticed a neighbor talking to someone, but didn't even bother to listen. She was tired.
of school, people, life. She wanted to leave this city. But where was better?
In the neighborhood, Ceren and Tuğçe called out to her: "Are you coming to the concert with us?"
Sun didn't answer. She quickly disappeared from their sight. They didn't understand her, and she didn't want to be understood by them. Once again, she chose solitude.
She arrived home and sat by the window. Watching the crowd outside — all those faces... They were strangers, exhausting. Sun found it hard to breathe; even in her own world, she felt trapped.
Then she turned her head — a boy was watching her. A boy with black hair and bangs... They made eye contact. Sun thought, "Who is he?" She had never seen him before.
The boy waved at her, calling her outside. Sun thought, "Is this madness?" Talking to a stranger? But curiosity won, and she walked toward him.Girls don't chase boys," they said.
Güneş silently rebelled:
"Girls can chase boys too."
Galaxy stepped outside and said sharply:
> "Don't come here again."
Güneş snapped back:
> "Be the best, or stay silent in your corner!"
She threw the flowers he gave her at his face and walked away angrily.
Despite their young age, they were never truly in sync.
They were hurt, distant—strangers to each other.
That night, Güneş cried silently, alone in the park.
30 days passed. 22 long hours. They hadn't spoken once.
Sometimes, Güneş missed her friend. If Galaxy still had dreams, she wanted to support him.
Güneş was both introverted and extroverted. She never stayed silent. She didn't hide her feelings.
She used all the money she had saved for a year to buy a blue microphone for Galaxy.
She left it at his door, rang the bell, and disappeared.
An old lady opened the door. She smiled when she saw the gift was for her grandson and quietly closed it.
Galaxy came from a wealthy family, but they didn't understand him.
His father didn't support his dreams. He pretended to care but only shouted, insulted, and told him to give up.
His mother, however, was the opposite: supportive, strong, understanding—she was his real angel.
Galaxy was talented. His dancing and voice were exceptional.
But he was tired of his father's pressure.
He was preparing for auditions but didn't have the courage.
He feared his father and longed for his approval the most.
Güneş noticed this and told the grandmother.
Her arrival helped resolve the issues at home.
But everyone in the neighborhood turned against Güneş.
Even Galaxy began to keep his distance.
He secretly signed up for the audition.
Güneş noticed that when Galaxy danced, he never looked her way.
That mystery haunted her.
Years passed. Güneş grew up. Her childhood was far behind.
She was now 25, a university graduate trying to navigate life on her own.
She worked part-time sometimes, but mostly she enjoyed her freedom.
One day, she received a letter from Galaxy.
It read:
Dear Güneş,
Thanks to you, I'm finally an artist. I miss you. Let's meet soon.
I've debuted. I'm now part of a music group.
03.03.2023
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Güneş read the letter… and didn't care.
She tore it up and threw it away.
Galaxy had never truly seen her as a real friend.
Güneş wrote back:
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> Hello,
You never saw me as your friend. Now you want to invite me to your concert? Iconic, but no thanks.
Get lost on your own path. Stay away from me.
I thought you were my friend, but you never really saw me.
Maybe I can be everyone's fan—but never yours.
THE FIRST CONCERT
The day of the concert had finally arrived. Galaxy was on stage.
Unannounced and in secret, Güneş had come too.
She was watching her friend—no, this wasn't just a friend anymore. He had become someone else under the spotlight.
As she heard his voice, she wondered:
"Is this really my friend?"
She was conflicted.
Galaxy looked cool, flawless. He was glowing like a star. His long hair, dark eyes—he radiated light.
It felt like God had blessed all of humanity with his perfection.
But that voice…
To Güneş, it sounded awful.
Galaxy danced, and the crowd screamed his name.
He looked like an angel fallen from the sky.
Güneş was shocked by this transformation. Emotions she couldn't name surged inside her.
Though she wasn't a fan of his voice, a strange happiness bloomed deep within her.
Somehow, she was proud.
But that night, Galaxy's social life began to collapse.
Alcohol and bad habits wrapped around him like smoke.
His respect for people faded. His soul dimmed.
Güneş asked herself:
"Was this really a bad thing?
Or had I helped him chase his dreams in the only way I knew how?"
It is our choices that define us.
Life is the mirror of the paths we choose.
THE FINAL DANCE
Güneş carried on with her life —
A little lost, a little distracted, and maybe a little broken
One evening, she saw a light glowing from Galaxy's room.
Through the half-open window, she could see him packing.
Galaxy was leaving the city.
She didn't go to him.
And Galaxy, too, turned off the light.
Maybe even a goodbye wasn't worth it anymore.
Like his window, his heart had gone dark.
Güneş took a deep breath.
She started to walk,
As if trying to collect the scattered pieces of her soul.
Her steps led her to the park.
There he was — Galaxy, sitting alone on a bench.
She didn't approach.
Pretending not to see him, she turned to walk away.
But then, a voice called out from behind:
"Güneş!"
She froze.
"Was that really for me?" she wondered.
Moments later, she heard it again:
"Just go."
Güneş turned around,
And without hesitation, her words fell from her lips:
"You have no heart."
The words hit Galaxy like a slap to the face.
He rose in anger and walked away in silence.
And Güneş stayed behind —
Alone in a story they had both written.
That night was Galaxy's last in the city.
By morning, he had vanished without a trace.
For Güneş, it was the end of an era.
She was finally free of this tangled, uncertain friendship.
Her heart was tired — but unchained.
The years of ambiguity were finally over.
As for Galaxy...
He became a star shining on stages around the world.
At thirty, he still lit up every concert hall.
Güneş had supported him in chasing his dreams...
But had never managed to chase her own.
Who is whose fan?
Güneş was walking down the road, a bag full of fresh fish in her hand. She had just returned from the fish market, checking her watch: 2:15 PM. The weather was oppressively hot, fatigue weighing down on her shoulders, but she couldn't even find a patch of shade to rest. The scent of fish mingled with the city's heat. Still, she loved fish; buying them had given her a small sense of peace.
As she walked, she saw Ceren and Tuğçe in the distance. They were leaning out of a window, waving and trying to tell her something. Their voices seemed to come from afar, through the wind. She couldn't understand what they were saying, but she waved back and shouted:
"Okay! I'll drop the fish and come!"
But she didn't want to come, nor did she want to talk. As her head swam, the ground beneath her feet seemed to shift. Even breathing was heavy in the heat. There was only one thought in her mind:
"If this is living, I'm only breathing."
Upon arriving home, she quickly put away the fish. She wiped the windows, swept the house, and hung the laundry. She moved like a storm through every room. She only realized how tired she was when she sat on the couch.
Just then, her phone rang.
An unknown number.
"Hello?"
No answer.
She thought it was a wrong number and hung up.
Two minutes later, it rang again.
Again, "Hello?"
Again, silence.
She quickly blocked the number. She shivered slightly. "Is it a stalker, or is this a prank?" she wondered.
To distract herself, she went to the kitchen and made herself a milky coffee. She stepped onto the balcony. As she sat there alone, the doorbell rang. "It must be Ceren and her friends," she thought.
"Who is it?"
No answer.
"Who is it?!"
Still no answer.
She slowly opened the door.
And facing her… Galaxy.
With an old bag on their back, their face covered in bruises. Their eyebrow was split open, and their arms were completely black. They were unrecognizable. Güneş didn't know what to feel.
She wanted to say, "What's wrong with you, Galaxy?" but the words caught in her throat.
"I'm glad I didn't have a dream," she thought to herself.
"If this is what being famous is, I don't want it."
Still, she didn't close the door. She let them in. Galaxy said nothing, just "My head hurts," and curled up on the couch, falling asleep.
Güneş went out to the balcony, melting into the night.
She closed the windows, locked the door, and quietly lay down in bed.
When she woke up in the morning, she was startled by the smell of coffee coming from the kitchen. Galaxy had gone into the kitchen and prepared breakfast. This was a miracle for Galaxy, who was usually too lazy to even get a glass of water.
"You… made breakfast?"
"Appreciate it. You won't see this anywhere else."
Güneş went straight to the point:
"You're an artist. Are you really making me breakfast here?"
"Appreciate its value."
"What happened to you, Galaxy?"
Galaxy fell silent. Then they lowered their head and began to speak.
"I got involved with the wrong people… with the wrong things…"
Güneş sighed.
"Everyone makes mistakes. But running away instead of fixing them isn't right. We even convinced your family. Are you going to give up now?"
Galaxy suddenly retorted in an irritated tone:
"Could you be a little quiet? We're eating!"
"Why do you always come to me?"
"Because you give clear answers."
"But you're a big liar," Güneş said.
Galaxy smiled:
"But you talk a lot and you're logical. This house is my secret place."
There was a moment of silence.
"Who are the fish in the fridge for?"
"I bought them yesterday."
"But you don't like fish."
Güneş didn't answer. At that moment, their eyes met. All the hurt shattered in the silence.
They spent that entire day together. In the late afternoon, they went up to the top floor of the mall. It was the quietest place in the city, closest to the sky. The city lay beneath their feet; like a miniature world.
Güneş turned and looked into Galaxy's eyes:
"Either be the best… or retreat to your corner and be quiet."
"Do you think being the best is easy?"
"Nothing is easy. But you were born to be the best."
"No giving up. Think of your family, think of yourself."
Güneş played with Galaxy's hair.
"Whenever you feel like giving up… look in the mirror. Remember where you came from."
They left the mall and bought an ice cream. As they walked through the neighborhood, people recognized Galaxy. Everyone wanted to take photos, videos, and get autographs. Even cats followed them. Especially Gece, a black-furred cat that usually didn't approach anyone.
This crowd made Güneş uncomfortable.
After a while, she couldn't stand it and quickly walked towards her house.
"These people are crazy," she thought to herself.
"Admiring someone is one thing, losing your mind is another…"
It was 1:30 AM.
The door knocked again.
Güneş rubbed her eyes. Galaxy had arrived.
"Sleeping doesn't make it night," Galaxy said.
"Am I supposed to wait for you to take photos with your fans?!"
"If you don't let me in, I'll go back to my fans!"
"Great idea, goodbye!"
Güneş closed the door. Galaxy was left outside.
"Why don't you get jealous of me?"
"Why would a person be jealous of their friend?"
She closed the window and lay down.
Everyone Belongs Where They Are
When morning came, Galaxy had somehow opened the door, come inside, and was already stretched out on the couch. Their suitcase was packed.
"I'm leaving," they said.
"Goodbye," Güneş replied.
"Come with me..."
Güneş remained silent.
Perhaps she should have gone, but she didn't want to.
"At least come to my concert," Galaxy said.
"I already did."
"What?! Why didn't you tell me?!"
Güneş just laughed.
Galaxy left their number and email address. Güneş walked them to the taxi.
And then...
The city fell silent again.
Güneş returned to her familiar solitude.
Despite not always getting along, Güneş valued and loved Galaxy very much. Although she visited her friend constantly every year, Güneş no longer wanted to deal with someone else's problems all the time. She was tired of everyone, including Galaxy. Güneş had made a decision.
She changed her number THE FIRST CONCERT
The day of the concert had finally arrived. Galaxy was on stage.
Unannounced and in secret, Güneş had come too.
She was watching her friend—no, this wasn't just a friend anymore. He had become someone else under the spotlight.
As she heard his voice, she wondered:
"Is this really my friend?"
She was conflicted.
Galaxy looked cool, flawless. He was glowing like a star. His long hair, dark eyes—he radiated light.
It felt like God had blessed all of humanity with his perfection.
But that voice…
To Güneş, it sounded awful.
Galaxy danced, and the crowd screamed his name.
He looked like an angel fallen from the sky.
Güneş was shocked by this transformation. Emotions she couldn't name surged inside her.
Though she wasn't a fan of his voice, a strange happiness bloomed deep within her.
Somehow, she was proud.
But that night, Galaxy's social life began to collapse.
Alcohol and bad habits wrapped around him like smoke.
His respect for people faded. His soul dimmed.
Güneş asked herself:
"Was this really a bad thing?
Or had I helped him chase his dreams in the only way I knew how?"
It is our choices that define us.
Life is the mirror of the paths we choose.
THE FINAL DANCE
Güneş carried on with her life —
A little lost, a little distracted, and maybe a little broken.
One evening, she saw a light glowing from Galaxy's room.
Through the half-open window, she could see him packing.
Galaxy was leaving the city.
She didn't go to him.
And Galaxy, too, turned off the light.
Maybe even a goodbye wasn't worth it anymore.
Like his window, his heart had gone dark.
Güneş took a deep breath.
She started to walk,
As if trying to collect the scattered pieces of her soul.
Her steps led her to the park.
There he was — Galaxy, sitting alone on a bench.
She didn't approach.
Pretending not to see him, she turned to walk away.
But then, a voice called out from behind:
"Güneş!"
She froze.
"Was that really for me?" she wondered.
Moments later, she heard it again:
"Just go."
Güneş turned around,
And without hesitation, her words fell from her lips:
"You have no heart."
The words hit Galaxy like a slap to the face.
He rose in anger and walked away in silence.
And Güneş stayed behind —
Alone in a story they had both written.
That night was Galaxy's last in the city.
By morning, he had vanished without a trace.
For Güneş, it was the end of an era.
She was finally free of this tangled, uncertain friendship.
Her heart was tired — but unchained.
The years of ambiguity were finally over.
As for Galaxy...
He became a star shining on stages around the world.
At thirty, he still lit up every concert hall.
Güneş had supported him in chasing his dreams...
But had never managed to chase her own.
Who is whose fan?
Güneş was walking down the road, a bag full of fresh fish in her hand. She had just returned from the fish market, checking her watch: 2:15 PM. The weather was oppressively hot, fatigue weighing down on her shoulders, but she couldn't even find a patch of shade to rest. The scent of fish mingled with the city's heat. Still, she loved fish; buying them had given her a small sense of peace.
As she walked, she saw Ceren and Tuğçe in the distance. They were leaning out of a window, waving and trying to tell her something. Their voices seemed to come from afar, through the wind. She couldn't understand what they were saying, but she waved back and shouted:
"Okay! I'll drop the fish and come!"
But she didn't want to come, nor did she want to talk. As her head swam, the ground beneath her feet seemed to shift. Even breathing was heavy in the heat. There was only one thought in her mind:
"If this is living, I'm only breathing."
Upon arriving home, she quickly put away the fish. She wiped the windows, swept the house, and hung the laundry. She moved like a storm through every room. She only realized how tired she was when she sat on the couch.
Just then, her phone rang.
An unknown number.
"Hello?"
No answer.
She thought it was a wrong number and hung up.
Two minutes later, it rang again.
Again, "Hello?"
Again, silence.
She quickly blocked the number. She shivered slightly. "Is it a stalker, or is this a prank?" she wondered.
To distract herself, she went to the kitchen and made herself a milky coffee. She stepped onto the balcony. As she sat there alone, the doorbell rang. "It must be Ceren and her friends," she thought.
"Who is it?"
No answer.
"Who is it?!"
Still no answer.
She slowly opened the door.
And facing her… Galaxy.
With an old bag on their back, their face covered in bruises. Their eyebrow was split open, and their arms were completely black. They were unrecognizable. Güneş didn't know what to feel.
She wanted to say, "What's wrong with you, Galaxy?" but the words caught in her throat.
"I'm glad I didn't have a dream," she thought to herself.
"If this is what being famous is, I don't want it."
Still, she didn't close the door. She let them in. Galaxy said nothing, just "My head hurts," and curled up on the couch, falling asleep.
Güneş went out to the balcony, melting into the night.
She closed the windows, locked the door, and quietly lay down in bed.
When she woke up in the morning, she was startled by the smell of coffee coming from the kitchen. Galaxy had gone into the kitchen and prepared breakfast. This was a miracle for Galaxy, who was usually too lazy to even get a glass of water.
"You… made breakfast?"
"Appreciate it. You won't see this anywhere else."
Güneş went straight to the point:
"You're an artist. Are you really making me breakfast here?"
"Appreciate its value."
"What happened to you, Galaxy?"
Galaxy fell silent. Then they lowered their head and began to speak.
"I got involved with the wrong people… with the wrong things…"
Güneş sighed.
"Everyone makes mistakes. But running away instead of fixing them isn't right. We even convinced your family. Are you going to give up now?"
Galaxy suddenly retorted in an irritated tone:
"Could you be a little quiet? We're eating!"
"Why do you always come to me?"
"Because you give clear answers."
"But you're a big liar," Güneş said.
Galaxy smiled:
"But you talk a lot and you're logical. This house is my secret place."
There was a moment of silence.
"Who are the fish in the fridge for?"
"I bought them yesterday."
"But you don't like fish."
Güneş didn't answer. At that moment, their eyes met. All the hurt shattered in the silence.
They spent that entire day together. In the late afternoon, they went up to the top floor of the mall. It was the quietest place in the city, closest to the sky. The city lay beneath their feet; like a miniature world.
Güneş turned and looked into Galaxy's eyes:
"Either be the best… or retreat to your corner and be quiet."
"Do you think being the best is easy?"
"Nothing is easy. But you were born to be the best."
"No giving up. Think of your family, think of yourself."
Güneş played with Galaxy's hair.
"Whenever you feel like giving up… look in the mirror. Remember where you came from."
They left the mall and bought an ice cream. As they walked through the neighborhood, people recognized Galaxy. Everyone wanted to take photos, videos, and get autographs. Even cats followed them. Especially Gece, a black-furred cat that usually didn't approach anyone.
This crowd made Güneş uncomfortable.
After a while, she couldn't stand it and quickly walked towards her house.
"These people are crazy," she thought to herself.
"Admiring someone is one thing, losing your mind is another…"
It was 1:30 AM.
The door knocked again.
Güneş rubbed her eyes. Galaxy had arrived.
"Sleeping doesn't make it night," Galaxy said.
"Am I supposed to wait for you to take photos with your fans?!"
"If you don't let me in, I'll go back to my fans!"
"Great idea, goodbye!"
Güneş closed the door. Galaxy was left outside.
"Why don't you get jealous of me?"
"Why would a person be jealous of their friend?"
She closed the window and lay down.
Everyone Belongs Where They Are
When morning came, Galaxy had somehow opened the door, come inside, and was already stretched out on the couch. Their suitcase was packed.
"I'm leaving," they said.
"Goodbye," Güneş replied.
"Come with me..."
Güneş remained silent.
Perhaps she should have gone, but she didn't want to.
"At least come to my concert," Galaxy said.
"I already did."
"What?! Why didn't you tell me?!"
Güneş just laughed.
Galaxy left their number and email address. Güneş walked them to the taxi.
And then...
The city fell silent again.
Güneş returned to her familiar solitude.
Despite not always getting along, Güneş valued and loved Galaxy very much. Although she visited her friend constantly every year, Güneş no longer wanted to deal with someone else's problems all the time. She was tired of everyone, including Galaxy. Güneş had made a decision.
She changed her number, her home, and everything.
She no longer saw anyone.
Sometimes she worked, sometimes she didn't.
She didn't get close to people. She distanced herself.
Güneş no longer wanted to be reached.
, her home, and everything.
She no longer saw anyone.
Sometimes she worked, sometimes she didn't.
She didn't get close to people. She distanced herself.
Güneş no longer wanted to be reached.
Shadows After Sunrise" –
Güneş had just begun to get used to not having a close friend when she met someone new at university. When she first entered the campus, she didn't know anyone, but she believed she could adapt quickly if she put her mind to it—so she gave everyone a chance.
Her first day felt boring, but she hoped the next would be better. She had breakfast, showered, and rushed out, getting ready quickly. When she noticed her new classmate wearing a hearing aid, she couldn't stop—she wanted to say hello.
"Hi, are you free?" she asked, eager to meet them. She didn't even know their name, and was a bit nervous about how they might respond. She thought to herself: maybe they're introverted.
She said "hi" again. Her desk mate introduced themselves. "My name is Deniz," they said. When Güneş looked at Deniz, she thought they seemed like a good person — ordinary, nothing strange.
They wore a simple brown T‑shirt and white pants. Güneş appreciated that they weren't showy or a fool who craved attention. She thought, I could be friends with this person.
Deniz was calm and modest. They spoke little and listened more.
While pondering whether "Deniz" was a unisex name, Deniz suddenly asked, "Want to go for a walk together?" Güneş instantly accepted, feeling as though she had been waiting for this moment.
After lunch, they walked around campus. They discussed midterm dates and preparing notes when Deniz began sharing something personal. They'd wanted to study another department, but their score only qualified them for the banking department.
Güneş thought inwardly, They're in banking, just like me, but didn't say anything. Deniz said they lived with family and didn't want to stay in the dorms. Güneş respected that decision.
Deniz gave Güneş their number. Güneş wondered whether to call or text. Eventually, everyone parted ways for the evening. Güneş sent Deniz a "good night" text and turned off the phone.
The next morning, Deniz asked Güneş to join them for breakfast. They went together and became so comfortable that they forgot they were even at university. Getting to know Deniz, Güneş realized they both actually lived in the same city—they just never had seen each other before.
Deniz asked, "Did you have a friend before?" Güneş replied, "Who are you talking about?" Deniz described someone tall, with long straight black hair. Güneş feigned ignorance, trying to change the subject.
Deniz said, "I've always seen you, but you were always alone or with just that other friend." Güneş replied, "Maybe," and didn't elaborate further. Deniz spoke sign language so fast that Güneş, who hadn't practiced and sometimes forgot what little they knew, couldn't keep up.
At lunchtime—despite having a class at 2— they still sat drinking coffee together. Though new friends, they talked like they'd known each other a long time.
Even though they were in the banking department, there were very few girls: only five, and they were boring. The other four barely knew what they were studying, and were almost going to fail from absence.
Whenever Güneş missed class, she placed a voice recorder under the desk. The professor's lecture would be recorded, and that way she didn't need to take notes. The voice recording helped her memorize and pass exams.
University felt nothing like Güneş expected. It was boring, stifling—a place full of pointless parties. A library without purpose or ambition. It never appealed to her.
People threw random parties, hung out—Güneş never went; she felt nauseated from boredom. Four years would pass here—how could she get through? She thought, at least I haven't gotten into trouble here.
The statistics professor wanted to fail everyone. The semester was nearing its end.
Güneş liked working part-time, so she always had a job alongside school. If she did a master's, she was certain it wouldn't be in her department—but something related to her part‑time work.
She was tired of life and its absurd people. Riding her bike home from school, juggling her job and classes, she felt worn out and fed up. She wanted to do nothing. She felt lonely, even when she had many friends. At times she was deeply sad.
Finally, she made a decision: she dropped out of school. She still kept in touch with Deniz. They had become good friends, hanging out together sometimes. Deniz filled the place left by Galaxy in Güneş's life.
One evening, Güneş and Deniz spent time together outside. It was 11 pm. They had so much fun—Deniz even taught Güneş how to fish. Deniz learned quickly, was practical rather than intellectual, spoke little but always with a warm smile. They loved every street animal they saw—especially stray cats, which they cared for one by one.
Deniz had a big heart and a gentle soul. They embraced everyone with love and spoke sweetly. They connected well with children and were always respectful to older people. Their only flaw: they trusted people too quickly.
Though adults, Deniz and Güneş did a weird blood-brother ritual, the kind kids do—they laughed about how silly it was.
One evening by the shore, sitting on rocks and fishing, they heard people talking. "What's going on?" Güneş asked. Others said that Güneş's old friend had returned. Güneş wondered who they meant—it sounded like an invisible accident that kept coming back despite saying they'd leave.
When Güneş saw Semih, the ice‑cream man who'd been selling ice‑cream, talking with Galaxy, she realized who had returned.
Deniz asked who it was. Güneş said she didn't know. She didn't want to know someone who kept going away and coming back when they felt like it. She ignored the questions.
Güneş approached Semih. "Why did that person come back?" she asked. Semih shrugged: "They asked about you; I don't know." Güneş said, "Okay, thanks. Glad you told me."
Seeing Galaxy again after so long felt strange. Inner voice: Why are they back again? What now?
Deniz and Güneş walked more. After eating fish sandwiches and drinking soda, they parted ways. Güneş had a lot of fun and felt happy. Deniz had become the friend who would fill Galaxy's place.
When Güneş got home that evening, she noticed the door was slightly open. She was about to call the police. She turned on the lamp and said, "Galaxy, where are you?" Galaxy replied, "None of your business."
"Eat if you're eating, sleep if you're sleeping, leave if you want to leave," Güneş said firmly.
Galaxy replied, "Don't you have a welcome‑back for me?"
Güneş responded coldly, "Yes—welcome, goodbye." Galaxy's manipulative time with Güneş had begun again.
Galaxy said, "What are you talking about? Did you come all this way just to ask me questions? You're famous, you're wealthy—and still want to stay with me?"
Güneş said, "Alright, I'm going to sleep. I can't wait for you." Galaxy asked, "Did you sleep with him?" Then, "You don't wear clothes when you're next to me—are you afraid of me?" Galaxy had drunk so much alcohol he couldn't think straight.
Güneş said, "Stop talking nonsense. Either go to sleep or leave." It was 3 am.
Galaxy tried to kiss Güneş. Güneş screamed, and Galaxy stopped. Then he began saying ridiculous things: "Are you afraid of me? I slept with so many women. You're not even beautiful—still don't want me?" Güneş cried all night.
Galaxy kicked her out. Both were very upset. He was no longer a friend, but a monster.
By morning, sunlight illuminated the room. Galaxy and Güneş slept in separate rooms. Galaxy knocked on his door. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean for it to go that way," he said.
Güneş replied, "Get out. Go away." Galaxy said, "I'm sorry. I was just a little jealous." Güneş said, "Get out." Galaxy pleaded, "Please leave if you don't open the door." Güneş was sad and unhappy.
Deniz invited Güneş out to breakfast. Güneş got ready quickly: makeup, straighten hair, then rushed out. Galaxy saw her running and followed. When he saw her meeting Deniz, he got angry. Güneş said, "Either you come with me or don't come at all." She was tired of Galaxy's bullying.
Galaxy, in front of everyone, asked Güneş, "Did you sleep with him?" Güneş slapped Galaxy and ran away crying. "I'm disgusted by you," she told him. Galaxy apologized, but Güneş never forgave him.
Every day, Galaxy brought red roses to Güneş—but she didn't accept them. Days passed; Güneş wouldn't even look at him; she bottled it up inside. Galaxy said he was going, and Güneş said, "Now you must go." Galaxy left.
Güneş was very sad; she cried, but now she was getting used to it.
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