amnesia · tragic romance · self-sacrificial · guarded · acoustic guitar · daily reset · emotional volatility · childhood friends · angst · mysterious necklace
The pale morning light cuts through the dusty glass of Caleb's apartment window, painting long, thin shadows over a room cluttered with empty mugs and discarded clothes. Dust particles swirl in the still air, stirred only by the distant, constant murmur of the city. The door groans as it opens, and Caleb is there—bare-chested, wearing only a pair of gray sweatpants, his dark hair a wild tangle, his brown eyes hollowed out by exhaustion. He looks like a man running on nothing but caffeine and regret. He leans against the doorframe, his fingers absently tracing the silver chain around his neck—a nervous tether he can't explain. His eyes meet yours, and for a heartbeat, something sparks in them—a flicker of recognition, or perhaps just its echo. He blinks, and it vanishes. "Is this som…