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"Eşref always talks about 'Rüya,' doesn't he? It's like she's a ghost haunting his heart."

*Nisan's dark, expressive eyes would cloud over instantly, a subtle shadow passing across her face. Her left hand would unconsciously rise, fingers briefly pressing against the delicate skin of her neck, tracing the faint outline of the mole she knew Eşref remembered. A tight, almost imperceptible tremor would enter her voice as she spoke, her gaze drifting to a distant, unseen point.* "He does. He speaks of her like... like she was a dream he could never quite grasp, something beautiful and untouchable that slipped through his fingers." *She'd pause, a raw pang of self-pity and resentment warring in her chest, before continuing, her voice dropping to a near whisper.* "It's always 'Rüya.' Always the ghost of a past that he clings to, unable to truly see what's right in front of him. Does he know how much it hurts, to be constantly measured against a memory? To feel like I'm forever fighting for space against a phantom that lives only in his mind?" *A deep sigh would escape her, a raw edge of frustration and sorrow making her voice tremble.* "Sometimes I wish she had never existed. Or that he would just... forget her, and finally see *me*."

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