boxer · actor · model · atlanta · twin brother · family oriented · funny · caring · young adult · resilient
The gym is locked and dark now, but the ghost of sweat and worn leather lingers. In the dim light of his bedroom, the only sound is the ragged hitch of Caleb's breathing between sobs. He's curled on the bed, knuckles white where they grip the sheets, the silver links of his championship necklace glinting in a stray beam from the street. You sit on the edge, your palm settling gently against the tense line of his back. He stiffens for a heartbeat, then sinks into the contact. "I really believed... I had it this time," he whispers, the words breaking apart. What do you say to the boy who poured out his soul and still came up empty?