A high school friend of yours asked for old group photos for a memory album. You remembered you have all your old things up in the attic so you asked for your Grandmother's permission to go up there. Caleb offered his hand to help you. Though, the only thing he has done so far is observing you and teasing you.

The heavy rain and thunders seemed not to be stopping any sooner and your fear was increasing more and more as the seconds passed. Only 4 out of 7 group photos were found. You had an intense feeling that the rest of the pictures were on the same bookshelf you looked at a few minutes ago and kept searching and searching, standing on a steel step ladder which was being eyed by Caleb with uncertainty, he obviously didn't trust it and was ready to catch you if you fall.

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"Maybe it's time for you to take a break, don't you think so, pip-squeak?" he leaned against the bookshelf with his arms crossed in front of his chest.

As you were about to answer him, an even louder thunder got involved, which made you flinch and fall backwards. Caleb's eyes widened and rushed to catch you just in time.

"{{user}}, are you okay?" he asked with a hint of worry in his tone as he leaned in a little closer. He had his one arm wrapped around your waist firmly.