Fics like I cannot be him, but I can be me (is that enough?)

And despite that... Kaveh is… “Lovesick?” Kaveh’s hands move to cover his face, palms muffling his words as he mutters, “It’s—not quite like that.” “Well, the ‘sick’ aspect is accurate, at least.” “No shit,” Kaveh snorts. “The ‘love’ component, though—it’s, uh—” “You’re not in love?” He coughs. “The greenhouse in my lungs begs to differ. I—it’s more that my body is mourning a love it knows can’t ever be requited.” For all the negative feelings Alhaitham’s encountered over the past twelve hours, the sensation that creeps through him now is… Unfamiliar. Unknowable. Despite all the languages he’s fluent in, Alhaitham is unable to conjure a word or phrase with which he can immediately label it. He just knows that whatever this feeling is, it’s unbelievably unpleasant. Like his body is stationary, yet his internal organs are plummeting into the Abyss. “You love someone who doesn’t love you back?” he asks after a moment. Kaveh has Hanahaki. That much is known. But who he loves, and whether Alhaitham will be able to save him, is up in the air. (Haikavah vs. Hanahaki vs. A/B/O dynamics)

Fics like I cannot be him, but I can be me (is that enough?)

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