Alex's POV -
I wake up the next morning with an aching loneliness in my stomach. I groan and roll over, noticing my bed is empty. The sun is streaming through the windows and despite the brightness of the morning, I feel like hell.
"Caleb?" I call out, rolling out of bed. I pull my shirt over my head, wincing from the dull ache soaring through my body. There's no response in the apartment and I take out a clean shirt from my wardrobe, pulling it on.
"Caleb?" I repeat, heading for the door. I walk through the hallway of my apartment, stretching my arms above my head. When I enter the living area, my eyes land on Caleb, sitting silently on a beanbag. His eyes are drawn in, skin ghostly and paper like.
"Hey man," I say softly, taking a step towards him. He doesn't flinch, blink or acknowl
