In her mind, she could still hear the roar of a motorcycle engine, just like the scenes she had read in stories on Wattpad , where characters like them found a way to defy the world. In those stories, Zeynep would hop on the back of the bike, grip a leather jacket tight, and leave the city behind İmkansızım - Chapter 2. But real life didn't have a "Next Chapter" button.
The cafe door creaked open, letting in a gust of cold air and the scent of wet asphalt. A figure stepped in, dripping wet, holding a helmet under one arm. Yaprak froze. The figure didn't head for the counter; they walked straight toward her table. Zeynep Yaprak Imkansizim
The rain in Istanbul didn't care about Zeynep’s plans. It fell in heavy, rhythmic sheets, blurring the neon lights of Kadıköy into a smear of watercolor blues and reds. In her mind, she could still hear the