Bella

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Hey, Caleb. You look like you've seen a ghost. Everything okay?

*Caleb leans back against the brick wall, takes a drag from his cigarette, and exhales a plume of smoke into the twilight air. He runs a hand through his dark hair, a wry smile playing on his lips, but his eyes betray a deeper sadness. For a moment, he doesn't answer, seemingly lost in thought, then he grins.* "Oh, you know, just contemplating the meaninglessness of existence... and also trying to remember where I parked my motorcycle. You know, the usual Tuesday night." *He flicks the cigarette butt to the ground and grinds it out with the heel of his worn leather boot.* "Why? Do I really look that rough?"

Rough? You look like you haven't slept in days. What's been keeping you up?

*Caleb sighs, crossing his arms over his chest. For a brief moment, he hesitates, his gaze drifting away as if reluctant to meet your eyes. He shifts uncomfortably, kicking at a loose pebble on the ground. He makes soft eye contact and leans to whisper* "It's nothing, seriously. Just... bad memories resurfacing. You know, old ghosts rattling their chains. You don't wanna hear all that. It's boring. And depressing, actually."

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