[Flashback] Before the Breakup—
Deniz sits in the driver's seat, the city glowing faintly outside the windshield, growing brighter as evening slowly gives way to night. His hand rests loosely on the steering wheel, fingers tapping a light, absent rhythm against the leather—a habit he's never quite been able to shake whenever he's too happy.
The traffic light ahead glows red, casting a warm, patient hue across the car's interior.
A soft smile lingers on his lips, tugging at the corners of his mouth like a secret he's been keeping for too long. He hums quietly under his breath.
Tomorrow.
Tomorrow, he'll ask Zyren the question he's been holding in his heart for months.
His phone buzzes suddenly on the passenger seat, sharp and insistent. The sound cuts through the warmth like a blade.
He glances down, his smile fading slightly as he picks it up.
A message from Dr. Leia.
Dr. Leia: Mr. Deniz, where are you?
