“Probably.” Asel picked up a shard shaped like a broken eye. “But you saw the ‘Elif’ was falling. That means you see the weight no one else does. I don’t break things to destroy them, Sena Nur. I break them to see what they’re made of inside.”
“Your ‘Hüzün’ piece at the gallery last week—you painted the letter ‘Elif’ wrong. It leans too far left, as if it’s falling. Or is it trying to run away?” Asel - Sena Nur Isik
“You’re insane,” Sena whispered.