[ i've had enough change in my life, after all, kaveh says. alhaitham thinks - that change becoming the only constant is a fact made through omission. it omits the lives where change only happens in little increments. it omits lives where change lilts towards an end where those who have the privilege to embrace it are rewarded with their fortune. it omits lives where change doesn't much happen at all. change being the only constant is a lie that one tells themselves so that they sleep better at night. alhaitham chose kaveh, a long time ago. if he were to be asked, he can pinpoint the exact hour, the exact minute, the exact second that decision had occurred. kaveh is change. alhaitham, too, has lived with change. but he is not a man who forgives omission, nor is he a man who forgives failure.
kaveh says this with the lightness of a man who knows the measure of his own fingers. in turn, alhaitham breathes out. the breath comes out not in the way of a sigh, but in the way of a scroll of a letter, the beginning of a paragraph, a bullet point of a chapter. his fingers fall from kaveh's face. the clip remains. it holds back the flaxen gold of his hair. it does nothing for the fatigue along the long lines of kaveh's face. it gathers, like rainwater, beneath the curve of his eyes and in the lilt of his lips.
what alhaitham does not say: that alhaitiham cannot be the world, because kaveh is not alhaitham. ]
If so, then shall I ask you to draw every day from now on? If the routine comforts you, then routine can be created. Though keep in mind: I have never asked you when you are well-rested, Kaveh, because you are never well-rested.
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Date: 2023-08-20 02:43 pm (UTC)kaveh says this with the lightness of a man who knows the measure of his own fingers. in turn, alhaitham breathes out. the breath comes out not in the way of a sigh, but in the way of a scroll of a letter, the beginning of a paragraph, a bullet point of a chapter. his fingers fall from kaveh's face. the clip remains. it holds back the flaxen gold of his hair. it does nothing for the fatigue along the long lines of kaveh's face. it gathers, like rainwater, beneath the curve of his eyes and in the lilt of his lips.
what alhaitham does not say: that alhaitiham cannot be the world, because kaveh is not alhaitham. ]
If so, then shall I ask you to draw every day from now on? If the routine comforts you, then routine can be created. Though keep in mind: I have never asked you when you are well-rested, Kaveh, because you are never well-rested.