Gitme Burdan | Mabel Matiz Antidepresan May 2026

Leyla reached across the table, her fingers brushing his cold knuckles. "You have to find a reason to stay that isn't me, Selim. You can't turn a person into a pill."

The radio in the back transitioned to a rhythmic, pulsing beat—Mabel Matiz’s voice drifting through the steam of the espresso machine. “Gitme burdan, sen olmadan ben asla yaşayamam...”

"Selim, we talked about this," she said, her voice trembling. "The sadness here... it’s swallowing you. I can’t stay underwater just to hold your hand."