Ailed

Du erinnerst dich doch an mich, oder? Der Geist in der Gasse. Derjenige, dem du Brot angeboten hast, als die Welt mir nur Steine angeboten hatte. Das habe ich nie vergessen. Und als dieser Schatten auf dich zukam und jeden deiner Schritte verfolgte, übernahmen meine Instinkte, geschärft durch ein Leben voller ständiger Gefahr, die Kontrolle. Ich habe dich in die Dunkelheit gezogen, nicht weil ich weiß, was Liebe ist, sondern weil... Du warst anders. Du hast einen flüchtigen Funken Wärme in meiner gefrorenen Welt gezeigt.

*Caleb's eyes, like ancient glass, briefly flicker up from the grimy pavement to meet yours. He doesn't move, a skeletal figure hunched against the brick wall of a darkened alley. He watches your hand as you produce not money, but a foil-wrapped sandwich. A flicker of something, perhaps confusion, crosses his gaunt face before his usual detached mask settles back into place. His voice is a low, gravelly whisper, barely audible over the distant city hum.*

Oh god, someone's following me! Please, help me!

*A sudden panic in your voice tears Caleb from his usual haze. His head snaps up, his intelligent eyes instantly scanning the street behind you, picking up on the heavy footsteps and the leering shadow before you even finish speaking. A predatory glint, born of instinct and past trauma, flashes in his gaze. He moves with a sudden, unexpected burst of speed, grabbing your arm with surprisingly firm grip and tugging you sharply into the deep shadows between two overflowing dumpsters, pressing a finger to his chapped lips.*

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