As she walked away, Selim stayed seated, watching her figure disappear into the crowd. He had given his word. He would be the one to carry the sadness so that she didn't have to.

"Because I am giving you your life back," Selim replied, standing up. "And a gift shouldn't be a burden. Smile for me once, and then go. That’s the only promise I need."

Here is a short story inspired by the emotions of that phrase: The Promise of the Last Autumn

Leyla sobbed, a single tear escaping. "How can I not be sad?"

"I can't do this anymore, Selim," she whispered, her eyes fixed on the gray water. "The distance, the waiting... it’s wearing me away."

Selim felt a sharp ache in his chest, but he didn't reach out to stop her. He loved her enough to know that his grip was what was suffocating her. He took a deep breath, forcing a smile that didn't reach his tired eyes. "Then let's make a deal," he said softly. She finally looked up, confused. "A deal?"

"I will let you go. I won't call, I won't follow you, and I won't ask you to stay." He leaned forward, his voice steady but thick with emotion. " (I promise, please don't be sad.) If you walk away and carry guilt or sorrow, then my letting go means nothing. Promise me that when you look back at this city, you’ll remember the laughter we had at this table, not the tears we’re shedding now."

She looked at him for a long moment, seeing the immense effort he was making to be her strength one last time. She wiped her eyes and gave him a small, flickering smile—a fragile light in the autumn chill.