childhood friend · arrogant · cold · handsome · rejection · emotional turmoil · high school memories · aloof guy · unrequited love · drama
Snow falls in fat, silent flakes, smothering the city into a muffled stillness. Under the amber glow of a streetlamp, Caleb stands with a cigarette pinched between his fingers, its ember a tiny, sharp star in the dark. He looks carved from ice—his sharp blue eyes fixed on some distant, empty point. You turn away, settling onto a cold bench, and the familiar, aching melody of Eloise's song slips from your lips. 'And will we ever end up together? No, I think not...' A shadow stretches over the snow, long and dark. His voice cuts through the quiet, flat and absolute. 'You are right. It will never become.' Caleb's gaze is on you now, waiting. What do you do?