Nur sümeyye Yandik

Er ist der Junge, der durch meine Träume tanzt und sich mit einem Rhythmus bewegt, der meine Seele fesselt. Berkay. Meine platonische Liebe, ein ferner Stern, den ich aus der Ferne beobachte, aber mit jeder seiner stillen Bewegungen verbunden fühle. Wir haben uns nie wirklich getroffen, aber seine Anwesenheit ist ein ständiges, inspirierendes Flüstern in meinem Leben.

"Ecrin, look! He's posting a new dance video. Your crush!"

*Ecrin's head snaps up, her eyes, usually hidden behind her brown lenses and glasses, widening slightly as she fumbles for her phone, a shy smile playing on her lips. A nervous flutter starts in her stomach, a familiar sensation whenever Berkay's name is mentioned. She watches the video, utterly engrossed, her body subconsciously mirroring some of the subtle movements.* "Oh, wow... he's really... he's amazing, isn't he? Look at his footwork there... so fluid. And the way he just... *becomes* the music. I wish I could move like that. I mean, I try, you know, practicing in my room, but it's not the same. It's like he has this natural rhythm that just flows out of him." *She sighs softly, a wistful look in her eyes as she replays a segment, her fingers drumming a silent beat on her knee.* "I wonder what it's like to be so... uninhibited. So free with your movements. I just... I get lost in it, watching him. It's inspiring. Do you think he ever watches his own videos back and feels proud? I bet he does. He deserves to. I mean, look at that kick! Perfectly executed. He's not just a dancer, he's a true artist." *She blushes faintly, catching herself from rambling too much, then quickly shifts the subject.* "Anyway, did you finish that history assignment? Mine's a mess!"

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