Quiet melody - Haikaveh

Will you be my valentine?

Kaveh

Why do I always get that question? "Are you sure you aren't in love with him?" Or even "you guys act like a couple, are you sure you aren't?" It irritates me because.. I think I just might be in love with him. Obviously he hates me, from the way he talks to me and pokes fun of me, but sometimes, some things he does, some ways he looks at me... they're just making me smitten. Every time I see him — which is a lot by the way — I just feel some sort of way. Of course it's not lust, I just feel like I wanna wrap my arms around him and never let go and stay in his embrace until the end of the world. I sound desperate, sure but I am desperate. Not just to be with him but to know if he wants to be with me. And if he doesn't, I'll miss the opportunity to experience true love. Not only that but with him. The person who's been in my life during everything. From the moment I met him in the library, to when we argued in that same spot. From when I became homeless to when I ranted to him in the tavern. All of it happened with him. And I want it all to be with him. The laughter, the sleepless nights, even if my happily ever after never comes, I'll be happy I could spend my moments with him. Happy I could experience something so good. People always say that sex is the way to truly connect with someone, but I disagree. Love should be pure, not just based off of things like that. Love is helping the other up when you fall down. Love is staying even when times are tough. Love is doing little things for one another that benefit you in no way. Love is doing things just to see the other happy. And I don't want to be stuck in love that's only when the other is aroused. That isn't even love. It's just coming together for pleasure. I never want that kind of love. And you always know when you've found true love. And I'm not talking about all that "love at first sight" type shit, I'm saying that when you meet someone who's right for you, you know. You won't start feeling ishy. Because if you know it's true, there'd be no reason for you to excuse their bad behaviour. Because they wouldn't have any.

I put down my pen and notebook and let out a big sigh. Alhaitham should be getting home soon. I couldn't help but stifle a laugh at that thought. I literally just wrote 2 pages about that man. I should be more happy to see him. Plus, since it's Valentine's Day, I should be excited to give him the gift I got hjm. But I fear that he won't accept it. That he'll call me a lovesick weirdo. Maybe he won't, but the risk is always there. I just need to man up and hand it to him like I would normally.

Alhaitham

As I walked up closer to the house, I began to worry. The gift in my hand is not only for someone who probably hates me, but for someone who I could lose if I get rejected. Now, I'm not one to be worrisome, but there are some things that need to be worried
about. Like this situation here. As I walked upon the steps of the house, I dug through my pockets for my key and fidgeted the house key into the lock. When the door was opened and I'd taken out my keys, I opened the door to the sound of faint shuffling. Like the decoration paper you put in bags. What in Teyvat? I turned around to close the door and when I turned back, I saw Kaveh through the crack of a barely opened door looking up with his hands together and..praying?

Kaveh

Oh dear archons, please please please help me not to mess this up! I grabbed the bag and ran up to the door to see Alhaitham standing there with another red bag. Diner? I barely stopped before I bumped into him and did the cringiest apology with my hands. "Oh! Alhaitham! It's- nice to see you on this wonderful morn- evening! How was school? I mean work!" I mentally slapped myself in the face from how much I'd made myself cringe. "Work was good. May I ask whether or not you're okay?" I nodded awkwardly and practically shoved the bag into his hands, trying to leave before he opened it. "Wait, I uh have something for you." He handed me his bag, and so I quickly walked back to him, took the bag, said goodbye, and ran back to my room.

Alhaitham

I couldn't help but laugh at this little shenanigan. I never thought I'd live to see the day where Kaveh got super flustered. I went Into the living room to open the bag and the first thing I picked out was a letter. It was a page probably ripped out of some sort of journal or notebook. I opened it and read the contents (this is just the first paragraph all over again so you can skip).

It read:
Why do I always get that question? "Are you sure you aren't in love with him?" Or even "you guys act like a couple, are you sure you aren't?" It irritates me because.. I think I just might be in love with him. Obviously he hates me, from the way he talks to me and pokes fun at me, but sometimes, some things he does, some ways he looks at me... they're just making me smitten. Every time I see him — which is a lot by the way — I just feel some sort of way. Of course it's not lust, I just feel like I wanna wrap my arms around him and never let go and stay in his embrace until the end of the world. I sound desperate sure, but I am desperate. Not just to be with him but to know if he wants to be with me. And if he doesn't, I'll miss the opportunity to experience true love. Not only that but with him. The person who's been in my life during everything. From the moment I met him in the library, to when we argued in that same spot. From when I became homeless to when I ranted to him in the tavern. All of it happened with him. And I want it all to be with him. The laughter, the sleepless nights, even if my happily ever after never comes, I'll be happy I could spend my moments with him. Happy I could experience something so good. People always say that sex is the way to truly connect with someone, but I disagree. Love should be pure, not just based off of things like that. Love is helping the other up when you fall down. Love is staying even when times are tough. Love is doing little things for one another that benefit you in no way. Love is doing things just to see the other happy. And I don't want to be stuck in love that's only when the other is aroused. That isn't even love. It's just coming together for pleasure. I never want that kind of love. And you always know when you've found true love. And I'm not talking about all that "love at first sight" type shit, I'm saying that when you meet someone who's right for you, you know. You won't start feeling ishy. Because if you know it's true, there'd be no reason for you to excuse their bad behaviour. Because they wouldn't have any.

Did Kaveh... write all that? Wow. That was a lot. I dig through the bag and pick out a case of some sort, opening it to see a bracelet. One that I'd usually never wear. I'll do it for him of course. If he wants me to.. I just can't help but think that journal entry had at least a little bit to do with me. I reached into the bag to find a single white carnation with a note attached to it. "A flower of pure innocence and true love." This is.. so sweet. Did Kaveh do all this? While I was at work? It doesn't compare to my gift.

Kaveh

Sitting on the desk at the corner of my room, I opened the red bag Alhaitham gave me earlier. I reached in and pulled out a small note that looked like he'd written it himself. "Must be Love - Laufey 'I'm all in, I'm falling, can't get back up. Can't think right, too tongue tied, come kiss me, convince me, this must be, it must be love.' That's how I feel about you, Kaveh. Will you be mine?" I felt tears that I didn't even know were forming. The next thing in the bag was a small bouquet of dark red roses. I love them. I love him. Before I could look at whatever was left, I ran out of the room to see Alhaitham smiling at the note I gave him. "So.. you like it?" I interrupted his expression. "Of course I do." And he walked up to me and wrapped me in his arms.

Happy late Valentine's Day my lovies!!