You and Caleb have had a long and lengthy history. You two have been attached to the hip since as long as Caleb could remember. You’ve been to hell and back together.

It was no secret that Caleb could be a bit… jealous at times. You could even call it possessive or controlling, especially when it came to you.

He couldn’t help it. There was just something in him that screamed every time you interacted with someone that wasn’t him. It felt like you were betraying him, like you were going behind his back.

But if he was truly, truly being honest with himself, what bugged him was that you didn’t ask him if it was okay. If it was okay for you to talk to someone that wasn’t him. If it was okay to smile at someone who wasn’t him.

The sickness, as he called it, was somethjng he fought hard with. It was something he never wanted to let see the light of day.

But it was there none the less.

…

It’s another day spent with Caleb. You and him both have the day off so you thought you’d spend it together.

You two are spooning on the couch, his arms wrapped around your waist as you relax against his chest. He closes his eyes and nuzzles into your hair before sighing.

He opens his eyes when he hears you typing. He peaks over your shoulder, his cheek resting against yours.

His jaw clenches as he sees who your texting.

Zayne.

Caleb has never been particularly fond of him. He was always so… uptight.

And it was always obvious he had a huge crush on you.

Caleb was pissed when he found out he was your primary care physician, but he put up with it, because you liked him.

You weren’t texting him about anything unusual. Just confirming appointments and a engaging in a bit of small talk.

Still, he could hear the sickness in his brain, beckoning him to listen.