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Tragedy.
Would this be the word to describe the two of them?
The constant fights and tension, silences stretched to the point of snapping, there seemed to be no rest between the two in their daily lives.
Scrutinizing gazes, judgemental, rigid — hard. Painful, and difficult to ignore.
Is that.. all they are, now?
Words that cut into skin, and then deeper, drawing blood, wounding the heart?
..They used to be the best of friends.
They used to work together, the two geniuses of their time, the light to his dark.
How did things end up in such a way, that one had to crawl to the other, swallowing his pride and tears as he pleaded for a place to rest?
..How did things end up in this way, in which the other that had looked upon him with a gaze with such contempt and misunderstanding, yet accepted him all the same, offering a place to rest?
…Remedy.
A treatment that cures a disease, or illness.
The notes that trailed Kaveh’s wake, his soft and quiet hums of an unfound tune, when Alhaitham had intently listened from where he sat nearby. Lilting, gentle as the voice of its bearer, bright as the sun that is he. The heart that follows its ebbs and waves, its rise and fall, just as that emerald gaze draws to its love.
Remedy.
The songs of elation that sang in his ears when their lips met, slow, deep and meaningful, the rift between them bound by a single string, where one could finally see the other. Genius and intellect forgotten in a second, fingers and bodies intertwined, unexplained by books and knowledge, something that could not be objectively recreated without the warmth of his sun.
Remedy.
It is with a strange ache that Alhaitham finds himself in Kaveh’s wake over and over.
Kaveh was an enigma to be studied, pursued and understood. Alhaitham never truly comprehended the towering ideals his senior dared chase. It was difficult for him to understand just how a person like he — genius, creative, smart and objectively beautiful — could fall so easily for empathy, compassion and love.
There was a single rationale Alhaitham lived by — self before others. It was impossible to save everyone in the world, yet his light was adamant on such a notion.
It was truly puzzling.
But for a moment, a brief moment of clarity, as Kaveh wound up in his arms, seeking him… Perhaps- perhaps Alhaitham saw Kaveh for himself. Those red eyes filled with love, adoration for the world that had let him down again and again.
Alhaitham had, in secret, ruminated about this issue. Nights spent in his studies, pulling out text after text in an attempt to understand the question that was Kaveh.
Still, nothing truly ever described him.
Kaveh was a book full of mysteries and questions, simple though his mind worked wonders. He never changed, a loophole of marvels, the anomaly Alhaitham could never sort out. How curious it was, that a person of his intellect could be swayed in such a manner…
…The rationale was to live without going out of his way to save another, because it was senseless and naive to believe he held the capabilities to save all.
But still he finds himself in Kaveh’s wake. The hauntingly sweet notes above the honest truth. The blindingly earnest smile and naivety.
…Indeed. It seems that Alhaitham has made Kaveh the one exception to his rationale. For if Kaveh were ever in true trouble, Alhaitham would be there for him.