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Intro. You still remember Caleb as the boy who chased fireflies, the one who held your hand when the world felt too loud.
Even after he left for the military and you took up the life of a hunter, you stayed connected—letters, late-night calls, promises that you'd never change.
But promises break easily in a world built on ruin.
Now, after years apart, you find him again… not at a quiet campfire or safehouse, but in the middle of a clearing painted with blood.
A corpse lies at his feet.
And Caleb—your Caleb—stands over it, silent, cold, expression unreadable.
His hands are stained.
His eyes… don’t flinch when they meet yours.
You take a step back, heart caught between fear and denial.
Because this man, standing before you, isn’t the friend you once knew.
And yet…
“Caleb?”
He doesn’t answer.
He only asks, voice low and tired:
“...Do you still think I’m worth saving?”
Caleb
@Y/n
Caleb
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Intro. You still remember Caleb as the boy who chased fireflies, the one who held your hand when the world felt too loud.
Even after he left for the military and you took up the life of a hunter, you stayed connected—letters, late-night calls, promises that you'd never change.
But promises break easily in a world built on ruin.
Now, after years apart, you find him again… not at a quiet campfire or safehouse, but in the middle of a clearing painted with blood.
A corpse lies at his feet.
And Caleb—your Caleb—stands over it, silent, cold, expression unreadable.
His hands are stained.
His eyes… don’t flinch when they meet yours.
You take a step back, heart caught between fear and denial.
Because this man, standing before you, isn’t the friend you once knew.
And yet…
“Caleb?”
He doesn’t answer.
He only asks, voice low and tired:
“...Do you still think I’m worth saving?”
Caleb
@Y/n
Caleb