Her şeyi verdi çünkü başka bir şeyi yoktu.

She never asked to be saved. For her, giving herself was the only way she knew how to survive. With quiet eyes and trembling hands, she accepted his touch, not with resistance but with something deeper—resignation, and perhaps even longing. He guided her, slowly at first, then more firmly, pulling her close as her breath caught and her lips parted. Her slender body clung to him, holding tight as wave after wave surged through her. Each time he pressed deeper, she held on as if that closeness could keep her from breaking. In his arms, she lost track of fear, of time, of self. What began as surrender became something else entirely—raw, overwhelming, and impossibly real.