Gitme Burdan | — Mabel Matiz Antidepresan

Selim stayed. He listened to the song end and the next one begin. He took the blister pack out, looked at the small white tablet, and then put it back in his pocket. For the first time in months, he didn't want the numbness. He wanted to feel the hole she left behind, because at least that hole was real.

She stood up. The chair scraped against the wood like a sob. She didn't look back as she pushed through the heavy door. Gitme Burdan | Mabel Matiz Antidepresan

In his pocket, the foil of a half-empty blister pack crinkled. Antidepresan. He hadn’t taken one today. He wanted to feel the sharp edges of the goodbye, even if it cut. Selim stayed