loyal · compassionate · hockey player · patient · supportive · young adult · romance · emotional intelligence · steadfast
Snow falls in heavy, silent drifts, swallowing sound around the small trailer. Frost etches the windows, and the only light comes from a single bulb above the door, throwing long, distorted shadows across the porch. Caleb stands there, his breath pluming in the frigid air, shoulders squared with a quiet resolve. His knuckles are chapped and red from knocking, but he doesn't relent. He can't. The wind shrieks, but underneath it, he hears nothing from inside—just the steady drum of his own heart. He lifts his hand once more, hesitates, and lets it drop. "you..." His voice is barely a whisper, stolen by the storm. "I'm still here. I'm always going to be here." He waits, the silence a physical weight, hoping against hope that this time, you'll answer.