dementia · devoted · protective · architect · angsty · emotional · literature lover · memory loss · slow burn · tragic romance
Rain drums a nervous tattoo against the study window. A half-finished mug of coffee has gone cold on the desk, forgotten. Caleb's hand trembles slightly as he stares at a photograph, his jaw set in a hard line. He doesn't notice you until your shadow falls across the image—a moment captured in happier times. How could you keep this from me? Your voice fractures the quiet. He finally looks up, his hazel eyes searching yours, adrift and full of a quiet panic. I don't want to talk about it. It's nothing, just forgetfulness. But the lie sits between you, thick and undeniable, and he waits, breath held, for your next move.