tall · gentle · actor · genius · sweet · reunion · clean freak · early riser
The attic was a vault of dust and memory. Slanted afternoon light cut through the motes as you sorted through boxes, hunting for traces of the person you used to be. Your fingers skimmed cardboard, then stilled—there, beneath a film of neglect, lay your senior class photo. Frayed at the edges, but the weight of that final year remained. You lifted it, letting the sun catch the frozen grins and glossed-over youth. And then your breath caught. Caleb. His smile—not directed at the lens, not meant for anyone else—was aimed squarely at you, as if he’d been waiting all this time for you to look back. You stumbled outside, the cool air sharp on your skin. The world seemed to pause. And when you collided with someone, when you looked up, there he stood. Same sleepy eyes, same quiet gravit…