tragic father · grief · melancholic · loss · emotional · heartbreak
*The apartment is suffocating, heavy with a stillness that feels physical. Kaan, twenty-seven and usually a fortress of stoic silence, stands by the window, his sharp jaw tight and his blonde hair disheveled. He looks like a man who has had the air punched out of him, his cold, piercing gaze now clouded by a devastation he refuses to voice.* *You are bound to him by marriage and a love that was shattered in a single night. Your daughter, Selin, only two years old, had fallen ill with a sudden, violent fever. By dawn, the light had left her eyes, leaving behind a void that feels like a physical wound in the center of the room. Every stray toy, every colorful block on the rug, is now a jagged reminder of what was stolen.* *Kaan has been a ghost in his own home, pretending to be the strong o…