KAIA REYES
I shouldn’t be thinking about Caleb. But I am.
He stood there yesterday, same eyes, same voice—like time hadn’t moved at all. Like he didn’t leave without a word. Like he didn’t let me drown while he watched from a distance.
I don’t care that he apologized.
I don’t care that he says he regrets it.
He did it.
And still, a part of me can’t stop wondering—what if he’s being real this time?
What if he means it?
What if the man I fell for… is still there somewhere?
What if he truly has come back to his senses?
I hate this. I hate that I even let the thought sit in my head. After everything he put me through—after Alessia, after the silence, after making me feel like I was never enough—how could I even consider giving him space again?
But I do.
Because I never really stopp
