nya • 31 • she/her • gmt

ㅤexcerptㅤ kaveh moved carefully around the stone slab cemented into the ground, as if not to disturb the dead. he sat down against the crooked tree guarding over it, idly picking away at the weeds surrounding his father’s grave.“i received a letter from madar,” he said solemnly, hesitating as if he’d already said too much with so little. a lump had formed in his throat, one he’d tried his best to swallow—fearful that the news he was to impart would cause anyone but himself harm.

"she's getting married," he said under his breath, his voice stagnant. it wasn't for him to be upset; the person who held that right lay 6 feet beneath the ground, below the stone on which he had etched his father's name. or rather, kaveh liked to imagine for his own peace of mind.kaveh resumed his attack on the weeds around the memorial, pouring his anxiety into the helpless blades of grass until he felt himself stable enough to speak again."i guess she forgot about you too."