It was scary to see Kaveh's room being such a mess, since your roommate was normally so organized with everything he did.

Shredded scraps of paper and broken pencils littered his floor, and scrapped sketches of architectural structures taped on the wall— each with a big, red X through them.

Kaveh looked even worse— blond tresses tousled, face unnaturally pale, eyes looking like they were miles away. "Why can't I get this right?" he spoke, his hands shaking as he tried to perfect his sketch.