Unsaid

Chapter 3

K
"You know, Mister Kaveh, my mum and dad always quarreled. Like, over every little thing sometimes. She always looked so annoyed by him and... I was often afraid she would leave some day, but she never did." The young boy had sat down next to Kaveh, who had ordered another meal for his companion. "Why didn't she leave? I mean, I did. I had enough of being annoyed every day, so I left." And he never regretted it. Every day he enjoyed his easy, calm life without that annoying idiot. Or so he told himself. "She always just told me that she couldn't. That there are feelings between her and dad that are greater than any argument. She said, that people who leave, just see the quarrels and loose a lot by that. But you also have to see the good things. Even though she looked annoyed so often, after she had told me that, I saw that she was also happy somehow."
Seeing the good things, huh? His parents might have been in a relationship for a long time. Of course there had to be good memories for them. He himself couldn't possibly compare that to his own situation.
"Then my parents had another fight the day before dad went out on an expedition. Mommy looked super annoyed but she still cooked dinner for when he came back home, to make up with him, but..." Suddenly he teared up. "...he never came back." Kaveh was at a loss for words. Instantly his mind went back to the dream. "Haitham...", he muttered. The boy looked at him, sniffling. "C'mere", he said and pulled him into a hug. "Mommy always cries at night. Every night. She always apologizes to him but she says he can't hear it anymore. I don't want her to be sad. I want her to laugh again. To look annoyed again like she always did." Instinctively he tightened his grip around the crying boy, who then slowly calmed down.
"I... I'm sorry... I..." Kaveh carefully patted his head. "Don't fuzz it. It's okay to cry of you're sad. Thank you for sharing your story with me." The small one faintly smiled. "You're a good person. You should make up with that girlfriend of yours." - "I told you I don't...", Kaveh uttered but the little boy had already climbed down the bench and waved goodbye.

A
"And now tell me, what's bothering you?" Forward as always, Alhaitham thought. "It's about Kaveh, isn't it?", Cyno asked. The other guy blinked. "How did you..?" The Matra just waved it off. "So you finally realized you like him, haven't you?" Alhaitham took a sip of his drink. "I wouldn't say that. I mean, I did consider us friends at some point and this implies a certain sympathy for..." Cyno rolled his eyes. "Not that kind of like, you idiot." Blankly he looked at his smaller friend, processing his words. Then he blushed and quickly turned his face away. "No way! It isn't like that at all." Cyno smirked, watching the scribe with amusement.
He liking Kaveh? No way this would happen. Sure, he was thinking about him a lot, he was avoiding home, especially Kaveh's room. But he was mad at him. That naive blondie had insulted him daily while living in his house. He was happy that Kaveh left. He had waited for that moment almost an eternity. He was free now. But most important: Kaveh was a guy.
Unintentionally Alhaitham's gaze wandered towards Cyno, who was enjoying his drink while observing someone a few tables away from them. Cyno and Tighnari had been together for a while now on the other hand. No, what was he thinking? No way. "Argh", he murmured. "Finished processing information, mister wisdom?" This wasn't about wisdom. This was... just confusing. The reading why he had always avoided deeper relationships with anyone. Feelings just hinder success. Still, it bugged him. "How did you..." - "...find out that I like Tighnari?", the Matra completed the question. Alhaitham avoided his gaze, too embarrassed that he had even asked that.
"You know, Tighnari and I, we don't see each other very often due to our natural habitats, but whenever I am with him, my heart starts pounding. I want to be as close to him as I can, I'm dying to touch him... especially the fluffy parts. I'm excited but at the same time strangely calm. And whenever he's not around, I miss him, my mind constantly revolves around him and if you ever tell this to anyone including Tighnari, I will murder you." The last part sent shivers down Alhaitham's spine for he knew he should take this serious. "No need, I won't", he assured.

Note:
I know very little about love to be honest. This is just my fantasies of that feeling and what I experienced up to now.