Murat loves Ebru madly, with his whole heart, but the fear of losing her has turned his love into a cage. Now the two of them are hitting a ball back and forth in a courtyard. This is not a game about winning: hit hard and you score, but Ebru runs short of breath.
The harder the ball flies, the further Ebru drifts away. Open your hand: send the ball gently toward her with the middle of the paddle.
Ebru"Murat, I love you. But I can't breathe anymore."
Three weeks later, on a Saturday morning, Ebru came back of her own free will. In her hands was a painting she had made herself: that bird palace in Üsküdar. Then she rested her head on Murat's shoulder.
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Love is not a cage. It is a palace of the heart, with its door left open.
Three apples fell from the sky: one for Murat, one for Ebru, who brought her painting home of her own free will, and one for you, who played tonight with an open hand and never held the ball.
The sparrows are waiting in the bird palace. Its door is always open. Come back when you're ready.