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There were two colors in Kaveh’s hands.
Purple and Blue.
Picture a bundle of hyacinths, a burst of colors that speaks volumes without uttering a word. This bouquet is like a heartfelt apology wrapped in petals.
The flowers come in shades of purple and blue, telling a story of constancy, regret, and sincerity. Hold them in your hands, and you hold an apology, a recognition of mistakes, and a promise for a better tomorrow.
The purples and blues mix together, forming an unspoken commitment to be a constant presence in someone's life.
As one holds a bouquet of these enchanting flowers, a tangible representation of remorse takes shape.
Kaveh's eyes were puffy from the tears that had freely flowed the night before. The forest around him whispered with the rustling leaves.The stone he sat on was cold beneath him, grounding him
He clutched the bouquet tighter, the poor flowers breaking in his hands.
'Why did he do it' he asks himself, why did he push away the only person that seemed to want him around.
Kaveh's gaze lingered on the shattered hyacinths,he really isn’t a good person.
No wonder his mother left him, she was ashamed of her so-called son. And how his clients always complain that he’s too sensitive.
But Alhaitham was always there for him, never once did he judge him and his feelings.
He pushed his lover away,his best friend, the man he wanted to marry just because of his stupid feelings.
A cold breeze swept through the forest, causing Kaveh to shiver. He opened his eyes, his gaze fixed on the hyacinths in his hands. He let out a heavy sigh, actions, once taken, couldn't be undone.
He didn’t even know what to do, he couldn’t go back to their house, it didn’t feel right.A tavern would be nice, but he was afraid of doing something worse while drunk.
His fingers traced the edges of a blue petal, and Kaveh couldn't help but question why he was like this,so difficult.
Was Alhaitham worried about him? Did he even think about him for a second?
He couldn’t blame him if he didn’t, Kaveh almost wished Alhaitham would just forget him. A cliche thing to say after just one fight, but they never fought like this.
It was the first time that he saw Alhaitham cry, and it was because of Kaveh.
He didn’t deserve Alhaitham, he didn’t deserve anything.
The forest was silent, except for the sound of leaves crunching underfoot as Kaveh stood up from the cold stone. He wiped away the remaining tears from his eyes,he still has to go back into the city.
Maybe one of his friends could let him sleep at their place for tonight, he wasn’t ready yet to see Alhaitham.
As he reached the outskirts of the forest, the city lights flickered in the distance, beckoning him back to reality.
A small, dimly lit tavern caught his eye, he has only been here once.The door creaked as Kaveh entered, and the low hum of conversations ceased momentarily as patrons glanced in his direction.
The bartender, an older man with a weathered face, observed Kaveh.
“Long night, eh?" the bartender remarked, polishing a glass with a rag.
Kaveh nodded, choosing a seat at the far end of the bar. He placed the broken bouquet beside him.
“Whiskey," he muttered, his voice barely audible over the background chatter. The bartender poured a glass, eyeing Kaveh with a knowing look.
Did he really look that bad?
He felt tears coming back, he was tired.
The bartender slid the glass of whiskey towards Kaveh, who took it with a shaky hand. He stared into the amber liquid as if seeking answers at the bottom of the glass.
The warmth of the drink spread through him almost instantly. At least he wasn’t cold anymore.
And then the door to the tavern abruptly opened.
Kaveh glanced towards the entrance.
“The Grand Sage?” He heard from his left.Grand Sage? But that would be Alhaitham.
Alhaitham stood in the doorway,not moving, just staring.
He scanned the dimly lit tavern until his eyes landed on Kaveh.
Kaveh's heart skipped a beat.
The atmosphere in the tavern shifted, and the patrons resumed their conversations with hushed whispers, curious glances occasionally directed at the unexpected reunion.
Kaveh's hand tightened around the whiskey glass.
How did he even find him?
Without a word, Alhaitham took a seat next to Kaveh at the bar,The hyacinths bouquet still lay on the counter between them.
Kaveh avoided eye contact, his gaze fixed on the amber liquid in his glass.
“How did you know I was here?” he finally decided to ask.
"I know your habits, Kaveh.”
He took a sip of the whiskey, the burn of alcohol momentarily distracting him from the awkwardness of the situation
Alhaitham studied Kaveh's face for a moment, his expression unreadable. "I'm not here to fight. I just wanted to make sure you're okay."
Kaveh scoffed, bitterness lacing his words. "Why would you care? Just tell me that I need to move from your house already”.
Alhaitham didn’t answer, of course he didn’t.
"Why did you say those things, Kaveh?" Alhaitham's voice softened.
Now it was Kaveh’s turn to not answer.
Alhaitham leaned back in his stool,looking around the room.
Finally, Kaveh spoke, his voice barely audible, "I don't know, Alhaitham. I was drunk, frustrated, and angry. I didn't mean any of it."
“But you still did it”.
Alhaitham sighed, his gaze fixed on the broken hyacinths between them. "Kaveh, you know how I am. I'm not the easiest person to get along with. But I thought we understood each other."
Kaveh looked up, his eyes meeting Alhaitham's.He couldn’t get his mouth to open,to speak, so he just stayed in silence.
"Look, Kaveh, I never expected you to understand everything about me, but you knew what you would say would definitely hurt me” Alhaitham sighed again “Just what was going through your head to say Celestia was right about not me deserving parents?”
"I... I don't know, Alhaitham," Kaveh admitted, his voice cracking. "I was just so angry, and I wanted to hurt you like I felt hurt. It's no excuse, and I'm sorry."
“I trusted you, I told you everything Kaveh.” Alhaitham said “You can’t just use it against me”.
"I know," Kaveh whispered, a lump forming in his throat. "I messed up, and I can't even explain why. I'm sorry, Alhaitham. I never should have said those things."
Silence settled between them, interrupted only by the distant hum of conversations and the occasional clink of glasses.
“You’re impulsive Kaveh”.
“I know”.
Alhaitham took a deep breath “Maybe you should get professional help Kaveh, it could help with your thinking and emotions”.
Kaveh stared at Alhaitham, processing his words.
“I don’t need fucking therapy” Kaveh spit out.
Alhaitham raised an eyebrow at Kaveh's outburst "If you want to fix this mess, Kaveh, you need to confront your issues. You can't keep running away from your problems, and alcohol won't solve them."
Kaveh glared at Alhaitham, the frustration evident in his eyes. "I don't need your advice, Alhaitham. I just need some space, and maybe you should give me that.”
“Kaveh you need help, you’re not normal”
“Are you telling me I'm insane?” Kaveh questioned getting up from his chair.
"No, Kaveh. I'm saying everyone has their struggles, and seeking help is a sign of strength, not weakness. It's not about being 'normal' or 'insane.' It's about understanding yourself and finding ways to cope."
Kaveh scoffed, running a hand through his disheveled hair. "I don't need your psychoanalysis, Alhaitham. I just need time to figure things out on my own."
Alhaitham leaned forward, his tone stern. "You can't keep hurting yourself and those around you.
“Oh just fucking leave already Alhaitham!”
“You don’t want that, if you didn’t want to speak to me you would’ve left the moment you saw me enter the tavern”
Seated back at the bar, Kaveh glared at Alhaitham. "What's there to talk about? I messed up. You're better off without me."
“You’re a dumbass if you think a fight could destroy a one year relationship, why are you so sure you need to leave me?” Alhaitham said.
"You're not making it easy for me, Alhaitham," Kaveh finally muttered, his voice edged with frustration. "I hurt you, and I can't just pretend like everything is fine."
Alhaitham sighed, his gaze never leaving Kaveh. "I'm not saying it's fine, Kaveh. But running away won't solve anything. We need to talk, figure out if there's a way to move forward."
"Move forward? After what I said? I doubt you can even look at me the same way."
Alhaitham's expression softened, and he reached out to gently touch Kaveh's hand.
"Kaveh, I've seen you at your best and your worst. We've been through a lot together. This doesn't erase everything."
Kaveh pulled his hand away, a mixture of guilt and shame etched across his face. "I don't deserve your forgiveness, Alhaitham."
“Whether you deserve my forgiveness or not is my choice” He got up from his chair “Let’s go home Kaveh”.
With a reluctant nod, Kaveh stood up from his stool, he got the hyacinths and then they both left the tavern.
They didn’t speak during their walk,at least not directly.
The blonde gave Alhaitham the bouquet.
‘i’m sorry’
Alhaitham accepted them.
‘You’re forgiven’.
They smiled at each other as Kaveh got closer and kissed Alhaitham on the lips.
Kaveh broke the kiss, his eyes searching Alhaitham's for any sign of doubt or resentment. Instead, he found a spark of warmth.
‘I love you’
‘I love you’.