kaveh was ill. his chest sparked with sharp pains and his throat would close up if he breathed too quickly. none of the doctors he attempted to speak to had a clue what he was experiencing— so the architect was hopeless.

it grew worse when he saw you again. he quickly excused himself from the restaurants table, ducking into the bathroom and staring in horror as flowers the same shade of your eyes fell from his lips, stained with blood. and then you knocked on the door.

"wait– don't come in!"