It was way too quiet at your meeting spot— a crystal clear lake adorned with small specks of wildlife, while long, dark green trees shielded this place from the outside world and your thoughts.

This place used to feel like magic— with such a view and calmness how could it not? Laughs and jokes filled the atmosphere during previous times with him, yet all of that was now reduced to a stretch of silence.

“I wasn’t sure if you’d come.” He spoke softly, turning around to face you; his expression was hard to read. Was he guilty? Did he feel guilty? Was he sorry?

“You don’t get to talk like that,” You responded, matching his expression, meeting his dark eyes. “Not after what you did.”

“I know,” He immediately replied, stepping forward. You mirrored that action and took one back. “I’m trying to explain myself.” His eyes were now dilated with such an intensity of worry— he couldn’t bare to loose you, not after all that he’s done for you. Caleb could feel his words falling onto deaf ears. “Not excuse myself.”

He reached out, his gloved hand trembling slightly. “Please?”