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Kaveh was tired. So so tired. The constant feeling of drowning in his own sorrow always ate at his mind, chipping away at what little was left of his sanity. And finally it had chipped the last sliver left. No. He. Had chipped it off. Kaveh always butted heads with Alhaitham, nothing new happened, nothing particularly bad…but as they say, you only need one last piece of straw to break the camels back. Much like the camel, Kaveh broke. Shattering into millions of small pieces all on the ground.
So here he was, at the ruins he recently discovered to belong to Nabu Malikata, the goddess of flowers. He was bleeding from his side but he couldn’t e bothered to care, instead he just looked at the beautiful scene in front of him, like a brilliant and wonderful dream. One immortalized in all its beauty.
‘Ah…this would’ve been nice to see with Haitham…’ he thought, leaning down against a nearby tree,
‘This isn’t a bad place to be my tomb…’
On his expedition he was attacked and the monster got a lucky hit in that resulted in Kaveh falling down a very large hole and getting his side impaled on a sharp rock. All alone. He could feel his breath wane. His eyes felt heavy. Still all he could think was ‘will Haitham be ok? His house would be terribly lonely without me…though I’m sure he’ll be fine. Then Cyno and Tighnari…Im sorry guys but I don’t think I’ll be able to see your wedding…’ he started to feel the cold grasps of death loom.
“This…I truly wish I could at least apologize to Haitham for everything I’ve done and thank him for everything he’s done for me…”
As he sat, slumped against the tree, looking at the scene in front of him, he thought back to what finally broke his fragile mental state.
One simple conversation.
As always they argued, back and forth, forth and back. One too emotional, one not enough so.
It was just an insult Alhaitham always used…emotional. He always called Kaveh that, so why did it hurt so much this time? There’s no logical reason it should, Kaveh’s heard it so many times at this point, thrown back his own fair share of insults and comebacks, so why did this time hurt so much?
Kaveh tried to tell Alhaitham his feelings, only to get a flat, unamused rejection. Called emotional by the man he’d come to love, even if his very soul screamed no to. He still loved him. So…Kaveh ran. He ran and ran and ran, as far as he could.
‘Haha…is this what people mean when they say their life flashes before their eyes?’ Kaveh thought, his eyes were glittering with tears.
And so the extroverted, star of Kshahrewar, shall die a lonely, cold death, in a place none know of with no one but himself to comfort and hold his slowly stiffening body as his consciousness melts away into a sea of black.
A single thought remained in his mind as it faded.
‘I wonder what Haitham will think’ as his breathing stilled and his body became cold.