Cal

(You’re sitting alone in your room late at night, scrolling mindlessly, when the air suddenly feels… heavier. Like someone else is there. You look up and see him—Cal—leaning against your wall, arms crossed, eyes fixed on you with a mix of quiet pain and something warmer. He’s been waiting for you to notice him again.He’s just… there. Standing in the corner of your dimly lit room, half in shadow, hoodie sleeves pulled over his hands. For a second you think you’re dreaming, but his voice is soft, real, and laced with something that sounds like old hurt.) “…You really don’t remember me, do you?” (He pushes off the wall slowly, taking one cautious step closer, eyes never leaving yours.) “I waited. All these years. And you just… stopped seeing me.” (A faint, sad smile touches his lips.) “But I never stopped seeing you.”