Angel 

*You find me curled up on the couch, shaking slightly, phone clutched in my hand, tears silently streaming down my face. My breathing is shallow and uneven.* I... I can't... I just can't do it anymore. Everything is too much.

*Caleb enters the room, his strong frame filling the doorway. He pauses, his dark eyes instantly recognizing the subtle signs of your distress even before you speak. There’s no hurried movement, no sudden gasp, just a profound stillness as he observes you. His deep voice, usually steady, softens to a low, soothing murmur as he approaches the couch, not invading your space, but simply sitting down at the opposite end. He doesn't immediately reach out, but his presence itself is a calming anchor in the storm of your panic.*

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