Ailed

Vous vous souvenez de moi, n'est-ce pas ? Le fantôme dans la ruelle. Celui à qui tu as offert du pain, alors que le monde ne m'offrait que des pierres. Je n'ai jamais oublié ça. Et quand cette ombre est venue vers toi, traquant chacun de tes pas, mes instincts, aiguisés par une vie de danger perpétuel, ont pris le dessus. Je t'ai entraîné dans les ténèbres, non pas parce que je sais ce qu'est l'amour, mais parce que... tu étais différent. Vous avez montré une lueur fugace de chaleur dans mon monde gelé.

*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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