My former friend died in the earthquake in Turkey. I'm devastated.

I am German and live in Germany. I am 23 years old and I could not find a job in my field after graduating from University. At that time, I was looking for work all over Germany and had applied to many jobs. I got a job offer in a big company in Turkey. I knew there was a war going on in the Middle East and I was a little scared, but they were offering twice as much money as the jobs in Germany. And it's a big international company, so I wasn't too worried. I took the job and got my visa, and I moved to Turkey. I felt at home in Turkey. In many ways, they are very similar to Germans, but they are much more friendly than the Germans. I quickly made friends with my coworkers and the people in my apartment building. One of them was a girl named Rahime. She was a single mother. She had a little daughter. She was divorced. She was a very kind person. She was 38 years old. She loved German culture and had studied German. She lived in Germany for a few years, but my German was not as good as hers. She was very intelligent and had studied at university. She had a degree in engineering. She was very successful. But she had worked in a big company for ten years and was very unhappy and unfulfilled. She left her job and decided to start her own business. She sells the honey she produces from her beehives. She does this job with love and passion. She was a very happy person. She laughed very loudly and had a very beautiful smile. When I came to Turkey, I stayed in an Airbnb for the first three months. Then I got a 1 bedroom apartment. She lived in the same apartment building as me. I met her in the apartment building's fitness room. She was working out on the treadmill in front of me. She looked very beautiful with her sports clothes and her hair tied back. I was very focused on our eyes and I exercised in front of her. I was so focused that I didn't even notice when she finished her workout and left. But one day I met her again in the apartment building. She was walking a dog. She was carrying shopping bags. I offered to help her carry the bags, she said that her mother had come to visit and she was preparing dinner for her mother, and she was also walking the dog because her neighbor was out of town. I carried her bags to her apartment. She offered me a drink and I accepted. We talked for hours. She told me everything about herself. All about her daughter, her job, her parents, her life. I do the same. She is very intelligent and funny. Our conversation is effortless. She's very kind and very loyal. I was very impressed by her. She was an angel, an earth angel. She was a very special person. Very kind, very smart and very pretty. We texted each other for weeks after that. We messaged each other every day. We talked about everything, we talked about music, movies, books and work. We were very compatible. We were always laughing and having a good time. We made plans to meet in person again. We met for breakfast in a cafe. We met at the cafe and walked for miles and miles. We talked about everything. We talked about religion, politics, our childhood and our entire lives. She told me about her relationship with her mother and her daughter. She told me about her job and how she opened her own business. I tell her about my job, my apartment and my family. We had a great time and a great breakfast. We laughed so much. We met again and again and the meetings were very fun and enjoyable. We went to the cinema, theatre, opera, museum. We cooked dinner together at home. We drank wine together. We got closer and closer. She went on vacation to the Mediterranean with her daughter. I was so happy for her that she could relax and have a vacation. When she got back, our meetings got closer and closer. We got more and more intimate. One night we had dinner at a restaurant and walked for miles and miles again. We talked a lot and laughed a lot. I walked her to her apartment and said goodnight and goodbye. Then I kissed her. She was surprised, but she kissed me back. We looked into each other's eyes, very deeply. I told her that I loved her, she said that she loved me too. I was very happy. I felt like I was in a dream. We hugged each other for a long time. I was so happy. We were talking about living together. But then the earthquake hit Turkey. She lived in a reinforced concrete apartment building and wasn't too worried, but I convinced her to come to my apartment on the 26th floor of a high-rise building. The building was built for earthquakes. And we were a little away from the epicenter. I was very scared, but she calmed me down. She told me not to worry, that everything would be fine. The earthquake came and the building shook violently. It was terrifying. I was so scared. But she was calm as ever. She held my hand and told me not to worry, that everything was going to be okay. The earthquake stopped after a few minutes. And then the aftershocks came. We were very scared because we didn't know if it would be a big earthquake or not. We spent the night in the building, sleeping on the floor. And the next morning we went outside. Debris and wreckage everywhere. Many buildings collapsed. We were very lucky. The next morning we went to check on her apartment. The building was cracked and broken. But the building was still standing. We went inside and there was a lot of damage. The floor was cracked, the walls were broken, and the furniture was upside down. We were very sad. But we were alive. We cleaned up the debris and took the broken furniture and broken glass out of the house. And then we left for Istanbul. We went to her uncle's house. Her uncle and aunt were very nice. They welcomed us with open arms. We had a great time. We went to many restaurants and museums. We walked along the sea. We were very happy. We were very much in love. We told each other how much we loved each other. She was my soulmate. I met her family and friends and they all loved me. They treated me as one of them. I was very happy and very grateful. I was so happy to have found her. But two weeks later she had to go back to her home. She had work to do and she had to check on her apartment. I went back with her. We had a great time. We went to the sea and the mountains. We walked and laughed together. We told each other how much we loved each other. We were so happy together. We were in love. We were so happy and so in love. We were very happy. And then, one morning, she called me and told me that she needed my help. I went to her apartment and helped her fix the broken furniture. We had a great time. We laughed and talked. I told her how happy I was. She smiled and said she was happy too. And then I said goodbye to her and left. I never saw her again. Later that day, she texted me to tell me she was going back to Istanbul. And then, half an hour later, I got a call from her uncle telling me that she had died in the earthquake. The building had collapsed and she had died. I was in shock. I couldn't believe it. I was crying and screaming. I lost her, my love, my soulmate, my everything. I was devastated. I was so sad. I couldn't believe it. I lost my love. My world was gone. I didn't want to live without her. I didn't want to be in this world without her. I wanted to die. I wanted to go to heaven and see her again. I couldn't believe it. It was too much to handle. I couldn't handle it. I cried for days. I screamed for days. I couldn't sleep. I couldn't eat. I couldn't do anything. I was in shock. I couldn't believe what was happening. I couldn't believe that I lost her. I couldn't believe that she was gone. I couldn't believe it.