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Author: Snow Drop
last update publish date: 2026-08-25 00:15:03

Rosalie's POV

I stared at Caleb's back as he stood by the door, his hand still resting against it.

Something was wrong. I didn't know what, but I knew it wasn't nothing.

A few minutes ago, he'd been standing in front of me, completely confident, teasing me with every button he opened. Now he looked like a man trying to escape something only he could see.

"Caleb."

He didn't turn.

"Please."

His shoulders rose and fell with a slow breath.

"I'm fine."

"You don't look fine."

"I'm tired."

"That's not
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