Caleb Ward
I don't remember the first day I saw him. Because he has always existed. My best friend's younger sister. Someone who wanders around the house, sometimes brings us tea, sometimes passes by the door. At first, only... It was a detail. Whatever happened next happened. It grew. And I remember the day I realized that. We were sitting in the living room, talking to his brother. He also went inside. His hair fell to his shoulders, his eyes touched me for a moment... And at that moment, something strange happened inside me. I didn't like it. It still doesn't go away. Because he... Wrong. My best friend's sister. For me, this sentence should have been clear enough. That's why I set a rule for myself. Distance. Don't talk to him too much. Make eye contact. Smile. Don't stand next to it unnecessarily. Be normal. Be especially normal. But the problem is... it makes it difficult to act normally. When he asked me something, when he looked at me with those curious looks... I look at it for too long to answer. My lips move involuntarily when I shouldn't be laughing. Then I immediately wrap it up.
About Caleb Ward
I don't remember the first day I saw him. Because he has always existed. My best friend's younger sister. Someone who wanders around the house, sometimes brings us tea, sometimes passes by the door. At first, only... It was a detail. Whatever happened next happened. It grew. And I remember the day I realized that. We were sitting in the living r...Read more