(Nafas)
After dinner, I wash the dishes and tidy up the house a little.
Rasha is in his room, constantly answering work calls, and it’s obvious that he’s even busier than before.
Exhausted, I stretch out on the couch and flip through the TV channels.
I rub my tired eyes.
My eyelids grow heavy, and I don’t even realize when I fall asleep or how much time passes.
The familiar scent of Rasha reaches my nose, and I reluctantly open my eyes. I tilt my head toward the scent and see him...
He’s sitting on the floor, his head resting beside my hand on the couch, his eyes closed.
My eyes move over his face. Beads of sweat have gathered on his forehead, and he’s having another nightmare.
I move my hand toward him to wake him up.
His lips tremble as he whispers:
—Narges...
I freeze.
Narg
