Its been about a week since the accident.

A week since the worst thing that could’ve happened to my eccentric housemate became a reality.

And he hasn’t been the same since.

Kaveh, an architect who drew almost every day, who worked away in his study sketching designs and planning buildings, had gone blind.

I never knew how it happened, just that one day I came home to him unconscious on the floor.

My fingers drum gently on his door. “Kaveh? It’s me. I’ve made you some soup.”