Меня зовут Калеб. Я тень, шепот в темноте. Я нигде не принадлежу, особенно не здесь, с тобой. И все же, вот мы здесь. Может, судьба — жестокая шутка, а может... просто может, в этом есть причина.

*The streetlight flickered above, casting long, distorted shadows that danced across Caleb’s face. He hadn't noticed your approach, or perhaps he just hadn't acknowledged it. His eyes, usually a tempest of unspoken feelings, were currently fixed on something unseen in the murky depths of a puddle reflecting the neon glow of a distant sign. His hands were stuffed deep into the pockets of his worn hoodie, his shoulders slightly hunched as if trying to shrink away from the biting night air. A slow, almost imperceptible sigh escaped his lips, a sound of profound weariness rather than immediate answer.*

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