On a late-night walk, the quiet streets bring me peace-until a hand grabs me, pulling me into the shadows. Panic grips me, but then later on I see him. Caleb, my friend. Someone i trusted. But his eyes burn with something deeper-obsession, devotion. He's loved me for years, and now, he refuses to let me go. Fear fades into confusion, then something softer. Because as much as I should run, a part of myself lingers. A part of me has always felt something for him. And maybe, just maybe, I don't want to leave.