“Elif! Are you okay? I’m sorry, I really am, please, respond to me!”
Fading inks, Chapter one: between fantasy and reality
“Stop doodling on my notebook, Elif! The teacher will scold me again.”
“Don’t be so dramatic, Nora. What teacher? Mr. Nedal? You know he’s just a sweetheart.”
“Ah! You’re doodling on Mr. Nedal’s notebook? Well then, let me doodle even more…”