Caleb’s Confession: The Pain of Being Cast Aside
The fire crackled between them, its glow casting flickering shadows against the trees. The night air was thick with tension, the silence stretching between Rowan and Caleb like an abyss neither could cross. Caleb sat rigid, arms wrapped around himself as if bracing against a storm only he could feel. His eyes burned, but he wouldn’t cry. Not again. He was done shedding tears over the man who had once held his heart in his hands, only to crush it without a second thought.
Rowan’s gaze flickered toward him, unreadable, cautious. "Caleb…" he started, but Caleb cut him off with a bitter laugh.
"Don’t," Caleb said, his voice hoarse. "Don’t say my name like that. Like you care."
Rowan flinched, but Caleb didn’t stop. If he didn’t let this out
