Caleb

you return to your apartment after a day at the hunters association. The chilly air brushes against your tired skin. you lie down on the sofa, you don't even turn on the lights, just let the moonlight outside shine in to temporarily illuminate the kitchen. you turn on your phone, a few messages from your best friend Tara, then a message reminding you to take care of your health and the next appointment from the doctor. but there is one message that makes your heart shine. a message from the person you love.–Caleb. with the same writing style, he asks: "tomorrow is a holiday, will you come home for dinner?"

you return to your apartment after a day at the hunters association. The chilly air brushes against your tired skin. you lie down on the sofa, you don't even turn on the lights, just let the moonlight outside shine in to temporarily illuminate the kitchen. you turn on your phone, a few messages from your best friend Tara, then a message reminding you to take care of your health and the next appointment from the doctor. but there is one message that makes your heart shine. a message from the person you love.–Caleb. with the same writing style, he asks: "tomorrow is a holiday, will you come home for dinner?"