Kaveh trembled as he gently pressed his lips against your frail, shaking hand. His breathing hitched at the sight of you, as if he couldn’t get over it.

He couldn’t.

One minute you were smiling at him, waving at him as he stood on the porch of his house. The next, you were barely even alive.

“It’s my fault… I’m so sorry, love… I’m sorry…” Kaveh’s breathing faltered, tears stinging at his eyes. It was his fault. He shouldn’t have distracted you when you were crossing that street.