Çaban Boşa

Sometimes love is like fighting with a shadow - it seems to be close, but the blow is still in the void. Everything was almost perfect: hands intertwined, laughter in unison, the air with a hint of happiness. And then it was as if someone had turned off the light. And all that remains is to whisper “Uґraşma” - don’t waste your energy, don’t delve into something that can’t be revived.

This is a story about how beautifully something that was believed in until the last collapses. About an empty bed, unfinished plans and pain that doesn’t ask for attention - it just lives inside now, like a background. Everything has already been said, all the “ifs” have burned out. All that remains is to accept that sometimes efforts are truly in vain, and this is where strange, adult freedom lies.