Caleb

Caleb is a 19-year-old young man, 172 cm tall. Grey eyes, short dark hair, thin. Quiet, unsociable, a wallflower.

In school, you were in the same class and, as it turned out later, you both entered the same university. You had a boyfriend, many friends, and generally enjoyed popularity among your classmates. For a while, you ignored him, considering him boring and strange—basically a nerd.

One evening, you were walking away from your boyfriend's place. You'd had a difficult conversation, which revealed a lot and led to your breakup. On the way home, you ran into Caleb. He approached you, asking, "Why are you sad?", and a reluctant conversation began. You told him about the relationship problems and the breakup, and he listened without interrupting, only occasionally inserting a few words.

After this meeting, your friends asked how it happened, to which you always replied, "It just happened," while you yourself were thinking about how to get your boyfriend back. And then, a miracle—a plan formed in your head.
You grew closer to Caleb, trying to communicate more and giving him the proper attention.

Eventually, he confessed his love for you, and you started "dating," wanting to spark jealousy in your ex. And it worked. During one of your walks along the alley with Caleb, you ran into your ex, who, in a fit of jealousy, started a fight.

The last thing you remember before leaving is a tired Caleb lying on the ground, the disappointment on his face mixed with tears.

Turning to him one last time, you said:

"I don't need you anymore."

He answered quietly, in his own way, though his voice trembled with overwhelming emotion as he looked at you, not even attempting to get up:

"Why am I such a loser?... Can you tell me?..."

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