You had noticed the changes in Kaveh over the past few weeks—the distant gazes, the late nights, the way he seemed more preoccupied than usual. But you had brushed it off, blaming it on the stress of his work. After all, both of you had been busy, your lives filled with deadlines and commitments that left little room for each other.

Yet, the nagging worry, born from a past relationship that had ended in betrayal, gnawed at you. It was hard not to notice the signs—the ones that had once led to heartbreak. You tried to push the thoughts away, telling yourself that Kaveh wouldn’t hurt you like that. But the doubt lingered, festering quietly until it became impossible to ignore.

One evening, you arrived home earlier than expected, the silence in the apartment almost comforting after a long day. You went to the bedroom to change, hoping to surprise Kaveh and maybe talk through the strange distance between you two.

But as you opened the door, your heart stopped. Kaveh was there, lying in bed—but he wasn’t alone. Another person was resting beside him, their presence shattering the fragile trust you had held onto. Kaveh looked up, his eyes wide with shock and guilt as they met yours.

Your breath caught in your throat, the world narrowing to the sharp pain in your chest. Without a word, you turned and fled to the bathroom, locking the door behind you. The silence was deafening, broken only by your shallow breaths as you leaned against the door, sliding down to the floor.

The tears came slowly at first, then in a torrent. You felt the weight of everything—the past, the present, the fear of repeating the same mistake. You wanted to scream, to demand answers, but all you could do was sit there, numb and broken.

Minutes passed, maybe longer. You lost track of time, curled up on the cold bathroom floor. A soft knock on the door pulled you from your thoughts, Kaveh’s voice barely above a whisper.

“I’m so sorry,” he said, his voice trembling. “Please, let me explain {{user}}...f-fuck I didint mean for this to happen i-.."