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Around her, the city slept. The kind of sleep that felt like relief. Or abandonment. She hadn’t decided which yet.

"You leaving or arriving?" he asked without turning.

"Leaving," Lena said.

At first, she’d laughed. A chill mix? For leaving everything behind? But now, in the salt-wind hour, she understood. It wasn't a party anthem. It was the sound of a decision already made, played at half-speed so your heart could catch up. Three hours earlier, she had locked her apartment for the last time. Not dramatically. She didn't burn photos or leave a letter. She simply placed the keys under the mat — a small cruelty she regretted immediately, then didn't.

The song had come on earlier — that track her friend Marco had sent her months ago, the one with the soft, looping piano and the vocal that seemed to breathe rather than sing: "On s'en ira…" — we'll go away. Goulam ft Dj Pakx - On S- en Ira -chill mix 202...

The ferry didn’t leave until 6 a.m., but Lena was already on the quay at 2 a.m., sitting on her battered suitcase, watching the harbor water turn black glass under a half-hidden moon.

As the boat pulled from the dock, the lights on shore began to shrink — first into smudges, then into pinpricks, then into a memory she could fold and put in her pocket. Around her, the city slept

"Same thing sometimes," he replied.

The fisherman finished his cigarette, stood, nodded at her, and walked away. She wondered if he was a ghost. Or a warning. Or just a man who couldn't sleep, same as her. At 5:48, the ferry horn groaned — low, warm, almost kind. She hadn’t decided which yet

Just going.