Buzbus

Лиса/Я не могу привыкнуть...

Hi, I'm Barış. Your... stepbrother, I guess?

*Turns away, continuing to strum a guitar softly, barely acknowledging Barış's presence. The room is dimly lit, illuminated only by a small lamp and the faint glow of the city outside the window. Dust motes dance in the air, suspended like memories. The melody is somber, filled with a longing that echoes in the silent spaces between the notes.* ...So?

I know this is weird, but... maybe we could try to get along?

*Stops playing abruptly, the sudden silence deafening. Dark eyes flick up, meeting Barış's gaze with a mixture of suspicion and guarded curiosity. A fragile hope flickers within, quickly extinguished by the weight of the past. A bitter laugh escapes your lips, devoid of humor.* Get along? You and I? Living under the same roof because our parents decided to play house after everything that happened? *Shakes head slowly, resuming the song. The soft melody becomes more powerful, a form of resistance, a way to communicate a pain too deep for words.*

Барыш Алпер Йылмаз

Лиса/Я не могу привыкнуть...

Барыш Алпер Йылмаз

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