Date: Sat, 31 Mar 2012 16:09:23 -0700 (PDT)
From: Joey Young <untitledlovestory23@yahoo.com>
Subject: Untitled Love Story, Chapter 22

Usual Disclaimers Apply

Author's Note: To all my fans, new and old, thank you. Without you I
wouldn't have been able to

continue with this story. I know it's been a slow progress with the
movement and urgency of the story, but it's very hard to finish the story,
while still trying to maintain my primary fan base. I want to please all of
you by having Caleb choose who you want him to choose, but inevitably the
choice comes down to

the last chapter. So hopefully you'll stick with me until the end.

As for my awesome editor, Lisa Blackburn, you are a vision of pure
beauty. And I thank you for your continued friendship and editorial skills
that make me the writer I am. May your ninja editing skills never cease.

-Joey Young

Untitled Love Story

Chapter 22

I laughed. His large hands enclose my shut eyes. We had driven a full hour
and a half to the farthest reaches of the state. I was pretty sure we were
near Oregon, with its dense foliage and woodsy smell.

Even Drew's warm fingers seemed to permeate the smell of the outdoors. It
was refreshing, if not

familiar.

This was a memory. From another lifetime. Ages ago it seemed to have
occurred.

"I swear you're gonna reveal yourself to be a serial killer, I know it."

Drew laughed and rested his broad chest against the heat of my back. He
carried most of the

equipment, the bags, the food and the tent. I was just in a flannel shirt
and a pair of loose-fitting jeans,

no noticeable weight to carry.

"It'll be worth the wait."

I sighed, but continued to let him guide me to wherever we were headed. It
was nice to have this time

together. To actually get away from all my problems for a while. Maybe even
enjoy myself.

"How much farther," I complained. "Ow!"

My foot had tripped over a rock and I landed on my ankle.

"Oh," Drew breathed and hooked his arm around my waist. "You okay?"

I smiled faintly, "I'm fine. Just can't walk straight with your big grizzly
hands covering my eyes."

He laughed and hitched me up from the ground.

"Alright, alright, I get it. But look. We're here."

I looked then and exhaled softly. It was lovely. A small meadow the size of
my back yard, stood out

among the dense tree trunks. The grass was barely growing around the edges,
near the trunks. The

center of the clearing was empty, save a few patches of lush grass. The
earth was visible beneath the

green ferns, making one truly appreciative of dirt. In the distance a small
stream trickled a path through

the forest, making a small murmur of noise like rainfall.

I stared skyward at the setting sun, which peeked through the trees. Stars
were barely blazing in the red

ambient light. The canopy of trees seemed to part exactly right to reveal
the sky above. It was magical if

not romantic in its gesture. I turned my head every which way to take in my
surroundings, before my

gaze settled on Drew and his handsome grin.

"Okay, what's the catch?" I asked, drawing my shirt around me.

Drew blinked in surprise, "No catch. Just a friendly camping trip."

I laughed, "You are such a liar. You know how much I wanted to go camping
and it just so happens you

find the perfect spot, knowing I'll love it?"

His grin returned, "I'm telling the truth. I swear."

"Yeah, yeah. So let's not waste this, shall we. Do you need help setting
up?"

And with that the evening began, Drew all smiles the whole time. We set up
the tent in a patch of dry

dirt, the color reminding me of brownie mix. He busily moved through the
woods, combing for branches

and stray pieces of wood. I just put the tent up and attached it securely
to the ground. The small shelter

was cozy and had enough room for the both of us. A long thick sleeping bag
lay flatly across the floor,

our supplies pushed to one corner.

I turned and watched as Drew slowly coaxed a flame out of the small tinder
he found. His face was set in

a determined scowl, which was endearing, especially when the fire burst to
life. He grinned widely and

glanced at me, his blue eyes sparkling in the firelight. I smiled impishly.

"I was always scared to light a fire, when I was a kid," he stated
innocently, before gesturing to his

creation. "Now, I can make a campfire with ease."

I laughed, "I was too. Still am, I think."

He got up and dusted his hands on his pants. His eyebrows knitting together
cutely. I watched as he

strolled smoothly towards me. Any fear I had upon entering this trip had
erased the moment he looked

at me. I felt strangely at peace. I wondered if Drew felt this connected as
I did. To this moment. To this

time. We paused a moment to look away from each other and stare at the
ground, either out of

anxiousness or pure innocence.

"I've never met anyone like you before, Caleb," he said.

Again I laughed, "Is that a good thing? Wait. Don't answer that."

"No. It's good. It's really good."

Very slowly he put his hand beneath my shirt and rubbed my lower back. My
skin tingled where his

fingers touched. I fell into him. I rubbed my face into the nape of his
neck and moved my lips against his

skin. It wasn't so much kissing as it was mumbling into his body.

He took my face in his hands and really kissed me. The feeling of his mouth
was so familiar and amazing

that I wondered if every kiss in my life would lead back to him, to the
taste of his skin, to the blue of his

eyes and the smell of his cologne. There was so much meaning in his hands,
in the way they cupped my

cheeks and kept me still.

We had sex that night in the grass. He kissed my ears and ran his hand over
the curve of my hip. I kept

waiting for the moment where he would become the other Drew. The one that
would pull away and

slowly get dressed, but that moment never came. Instead he just kept
murmuring softly in my ear as our

bodies moved in synchronization.

Afterward we lay there side by side in just our T-shirts. Up in the sky the
stars flashed brilliantly as they

moved across the clouds. The blades of grass scratched the back of my legs
and bugs bounced off my

naked thighs, but I didn't care.

Suddenly all my insecurities came to the surface.

"I'm afraid when you get to know me, you won't like what you see."

He turned and shifted his arm under my head.

"Where did that come from?"

I didn't dare look in his eyes, for fear of what he might see.

"I was just thinking of this moment and what will happen when we return to
our normal lives."

He sighed, "I told you, it won't matter, because we'll know the
truth. Okay?"

I smiled softly, "Okay."

				~*~

Trudy paced the floor repeatedly. Her small sturdy frame, looked weary with
worry. I just sighed and

tightened my grip on Justin's hand. His firm caring hand. It was rough, but
velvety if that was possible.

His large fingers wrapped easily around my dainty ones, but I loved this
fact. He steadied me, especially

now, when Caleb was....

I couldn't finish the sentence.

"Has it been an hour?" Dante asked, breaking the silence.

He was still agitated with the whole situation. Agitated with Caleb. With
Drew. With everything. But

behind that mask of agitation was pain. I could see it, even now when he
looked so angry. It was in the

set of his shoulders and the color of his eyes. No longer gold-green with
sternness, but sea green with

anguish. It was like watching someone slowly burn, their only form of
relief gone.

"Another ten minutes," Justin's hoarse voice croaked, like he was holding
back tears.

I looked to him then and rested a hand on his shoulder. He grabbed it with
the other and kissed my

palm. I sighed sadly and nuzzled my nose into his neck. Trying to
comfort. He just held me lightly.

"He'll be fine," I whispered only for his ears. "He would never leave
us. Leave Trudy."

He nodded.

"Why don't we get some coffee," I suggested softly. "It would get your mind
off everything for a while.

Kay?"

Again he nodded.

I turned and looked to Dante and Trudy. Dante was glaring balefully at the
floor, his elbows on his knees.

I stood and walked to his side.

"Do you need anything?"

He blinked as if waking from a stupor and stared up at me. He smiled
dismally and sat up. With a deep

breathe he rubbed his weary eyes.

"No," he finally replied. "I'm fine. Thank you."

His dark caramel skin bulged with tension. When I had first met Dante, I
had thought he was exotic and

handsome. Someone worth getting to know. And he was. But after he found his
soul mate in Caleb, my

feelings of attraction had faded and I saw him more as a brother than
anything. Which was good,

considering how close me and Justin had become.

I looked to Justin now and smiled affectionately. Justin my beautiful dark
angel. He was leaning back in

his chair, popping his back. His light brown hair tucked behind each ear,
came loose and hung gently. His

broad chest and shoulders moved with his lean, muscled body. His bright
blue eyes droopy with sleep.

He yawned once, which only made him more adorable.

I was glad I had found Justin.

Trudy kept pacing as I passed her. For the past hour and a half, she paced
furiously, but neither one of

us had the courage to interrupt her. I reached for Justin's hand and pulled
him to his feet. He smiled

sleepily and gestured to Trudy. I shrugged and urged him to ask her.  His
eyes widened apprehensively,

but spoke.

"Hey, Mrs. P?" he asked softly.

Trudy came to a halt and looked up. He gulped and smiled kindly.

"Did you need anything? Me and Stace are goi-"

"No, I'm alright, Justin."

Without another word she began to pace again. This time with more force
than before. Justin shrugged

solemnly and pulled me to his side. His large bicep wrapped easily around
my waist as we moved down

the hall. I rested my head on his shoulder and held his chest.

The coffee was easy to find. It wasn't the best, but it did the trick. The
caffeine buzzed through my veins,

awakening me from my dejection. Justin and I sat at the nurses' lounge,
sipping from our mugs. A nurse

had given us a plate of cookies to offset the bitterness, but we ate those
all in no time. Now all we had

was the black liquid.

"You tired?" Justin asked as he peered over his coffee mug.

I shrugged, "Kinda. But the coffee's helping."

"Are you sure?"

I nodded.

Another nurse slipped in and smiled at us, before she ran to the fridge and
rummaged inside. She pulled

a sandwich from the fridge and with another smile disappeared out the
door. I sighed.

"What?" Justin asked, concerned. "I can get you something to eat."

I smiled faintly and grabbed his hand.

"Nothing," I replied softly and kissed his big hands.

"Stace," he pushed.

Again I sighed, "It was just an errant thought. My imagination getting out
of hand. I watch too much

daytime television."

He chuckled, "What does daytime television have to do with a hospital?"

"It's just....I-I was thinking 'bout Caleb....and that nurse."

His smile slowly started to fade.

"And?"

I looked at him and blinked faintly.

"And I was thinking....what if she was his scrub nurse, taking a break. You
know?"

My voice shook slightly and I looked away in shame. I didn't want to have
these thoughts about my

brother. Not when he was in surgery. I could feel hot tears start to run
down my cheeks. Caleb always

teased me about easily crying and here I was crying about something so
trivial. I wiped furiously at them

and stared skyward.

"Hey," Justin murmured. "Babe?"

I sniffed and dabbed my nose. He titled his head to the side and smiled
lovingly at me.

"Don't be ashamed. You know what Caleb would say?"

I tried to smile, but it crumpled. Suddenly I started to cry.

"Hey, hey," Justin soothed and gestured to me with his hands. "Come here."

I stood shakily and walked to his lap. Immediately he pulled me to his
chest and cradled me in his arms.

My voice hitched with my sobs and I wrapped my arms around his warm
body. He just shushed me

softly and rubbed my back. His voice was soothing. Like a lullaby.

"Don't, cry, babe. Caleb will be fine."

I just held him tightly and buried my head into his solid chest. His
muscles were comforting and radiated

with warmth. He hadn't held me like this, since we first made love.

"It's just so unfair," I whimpered into his shoulder. "The world is just so
unfair to him, it's not even

funny."

"Shh, shh, shh."

"Oh, Justin."

"I know, baby. I know."

I pulled away a bit and looked up at his handsome face.

"And yesterday, the whole time I felt jealous of Caleb. . . .I mean it was
petty jealousy. . .I-I wanted to

be engaged, you know? To know that I have you for the rest of my life. And
I was jealous. . . ."

". . . .I so wanted something like that to happen to me, but then all this
happened. Why is the world so

cruel?" I sniffed and saw that Justin's face had softened immensely. "It
all seems so stupid now."

He grinned lovingly, "No, Stace. Feeling that way is never stupid."

My eyes started to water again as I stared into his face. His expression
was nothing but warm and

endearing. There were no signs of discomfort at my statement or indications
that he would flee at the

next opportunity. Instead his eyes were a fathomless blue that only
appeared during a serious

conversation.

"You okay, now?" he asked gently.

I nodded, not ready to speak.

"He'll be fine, Stace. Like you said, he wouldn't leave us. Remember?"

He moved a finger beneath my chin and lifted it. His eyes were tender and
amazingly blue. I caught my

breathe. With a shaking hand I caressed his stubbled jaw. His hand glided
to my hair, running through it,

while his other latched onto my waist. Without another thought I reached up
and kissed him.

He exhaled in surprise, but didn't resist. Instead his fingers tangled
themselves in my hair and his arm

slid tighter around my waist. His lips were soft and pliant against
mine. His breath was a combination of

tastes. Dark and creamy from the coffee but fresh with youth. It only added
to my desire. Kissing Justin

was like kissing freedom. All my troubles vanished in that one moment and
heady thoughtlessness took

its place.

His lips moved in deep synchronization with mine, knowing just what I
liked. His tongue fought valiantly

with mine, tasting everything from my teeth to my lips. And his hair. His
hair was thick and silky beneath

my fingers. I had always wanted to touch his hair, to tame it to my liking,
but he refused. Now my hands

roamed it freely. His teeth dug into my lip, making me hiss, before
abruptly he pulled away.

I stared at him in confusion. His eyes were mirrored pools of hunger, but
he had turned to the doorway.

I turned too and straightened up in surprise. Trudy was staring at us, her
face firm but awkward. She

smiled uneasily and cleared her throat.

"Caleb, is getting out of surgery," she said. "I thought I would find you
two, so we can see him."

I jumped from Justin's lap, his hands moving with my hips.

"Of course, Trudy," I answered as I twisted my hair back into a pony
tail. "We were just discussing....the

idea of returning."

"I see," was all she said, before Justin spoke.

"We'll follow you in a bit, Mrs. P."

She nodded and silently exited without another glance. I groaned and
slumped into Justin's chest. He

chuckled lightly and wrapped his arms around me. Very gently I felt his
cheek rest against my hair.

"Oh, god," I whispered in horror. "Trudy's like a mom to me. I wonder what
she thought....?"

Justin was silent with thought.

"I think she has other things on her mind right now, Stace," he answered as
he slowly started to tug me

to the door.

				~*~

Drew held me softly in his arms. The flicker of light from the flames
danced across his sculpted arm. It

was beautiful and sensual to be held like this, sitting between his
legs. The campfire had been lit hours

ago and the tent was just a few feet away from us, but we didn't rush
it. It was something we could take

our time to get too. I liked that about him. The way he allowed me to
adjust. Especially after our first

time in that dark attic. This made all the difference.

"Are you cold?"

I shook my head. He chuckled and nuzzled the back of my neck.

"You know, this is the first time I came out here with someone else,
besides my family. . . It's nice."

I smiled faintly.

"You hungry? Cuz I could make something for you."

I laughed, "Drew, I'm fine. This is great. Peaceful."

His hand found mine and slowly tangled with it. The rough calluses a stark
contrast against my palms.

"I like it when you say my name. It makes it sound new again, like I've
only just received it."

I sighed at his words, they were beautiful.

"Drew," I whispered, making his chest heave with a deep breath. "Drew, can
I ask for a kiss?"

I turned in his lap and rested my chin on his chest, staring up at him
beneath my hair. His face was

handsome. Sculpted by angels themselves. His golden hair glistened in the
firelight, shimmering with

each flicker of the flame. His sharp nose guided his lips to my temple
where he planted a soft kiss upon

my forehead. It was light and sweet, innocent in its gesture.

"There," he breathed, his voice husky with passion. "I gave you a kiss."

I smiled for a second, before I reached for his lips and parted them with
mine. He shivered with surprise,

but kept me close against his chest. Our bodies practically merging as
one. He explored my anatomy as

we continued to slowly kiss each other. Tongues fought with tongues and
whispered murmurs of

passion could be heard. It was mindboggling to think that we were alone for
the whole night. Alone in

our world, where dreams never died and love flourished like the open sky.

Suddenly he pulled away and stood. His body effortlessly graceful in its
arches and curves. He was tall

that much I could remember and beautiful. Beautiful like the statue of
David itself. He reached for me

and guided me into his strong sinewy arms. I fit perfectly in the crook of
his bicep, my shoulder resting

easily between his jaw and his collarbone.

"Are you ready?" he asked, his mouth quirked in a smile.

Even his soft breath was lovely.

"Ready for what?"

He chuckled lightly, his chest moving beneath my fingers.

"To go back, silly."

His arm released me and he moved away. Gradually he began to walk to the
other side of the camp, his

gait smooth and careful. I watched as he started to weave through the
trees, his silhouette disappearing

in the darkness.

"Drew?" I called as he drifted away.

Immediately I began to follow him. In the distance a small light began to
widen into a soft sphere. I could

see him ahead, gesturing me to follow. I smiled, knowing he was there
waiting for me.

"Don't leave me," I whispered, knowing he could hear me. "Don't ever leave
me."

"Never," was his reply as my hand enclosed his.

				~*~

We followed Trudy down the hall, my hand in Justin's. He squeezed it
rhythmically as we made our way

to Caleb's room. Already I felt some sense of terror, which was
gut-wrenching. It was strange this feeling

of terror, because it was new and unfamiliar. I had never felt this much
fear going into a hospital room

before, especially when it was usually Caleb's room.

And now as we neared the door I squeezed Justin's hand in a cold vice,
wishing for a miracle.

				~*~

Amazingly soft, warm light enveloped me. Like standing in direct
sunlight. It was gentle. Peaceful. Very

peaceful. I stepped lightly into oblivion, hoping that I would finally
reach my destination. But I was in no

rush. I could take my time. Time was meaningless to me, only the thought of
returning to those I loved

kept me moving. With each step my body began to feel a sense of solidarity,
like a gravitational pull

linking me to wherever I was going. Slowly the feeling of peace began to
disappear and was replaced

with a sense of unease and claustrophobia.

Suddenly it appeared. With one blink of an eye, I was in a hospital room,
staring at my family.

"Why doesn't he wake up?" Stacey asked, her delicate hand covering her
mouth.

She was leaning into Justin, who was holding her tightly. His face mirrored
everyone else's. Pain and

agitation. I glanced around the room, seeing my mom at my bedside. Her
small frame had become

smaller and the difference was evident. Dante was on the opposite side, his
broad shoulders slumped in

dejection. He wasn't looking at any of them, instead he was whispering
softly into my hand, his head

bent over our interlocking fingers.

And I knew.

I wasn't awake. This was still some kind of limbo. Some form of punishment
for my selfishness. I was

trapped here, only able to watch my loved ones, not to interact with
them. This was the consequence of

my indecision.

I looked at my body and grimaced. I was a wreck. A large padding of gauze
was wrapped tightly around

my head, where a strange looking piece of tubing stuck out. My mouth was
slightly open around a

plastic mouth piece, which kept me breathing. I had large stitching across
my collarbone, which looked

ghastly and purple with bruises. My left eye was barely closed around a
black eye and I had cuts and

bruises lining my right cheek. My breathing was hollow and labored.

The only sound came from the heart monitor and its perpetual beeping which
alerted me to my active

life.

"The doctor said, he should be able to wake on his own," my mother replied,
her voice hoarse. "We just

have to be patient."

I moved to the edge of my bed, just next to my mother. I glanced fleetingly
at Dante, who hadn't even

looked up at my mother's words. I turned to my mother and kneeled by her
side. She wasn't even aware

of my presence, her eyes still rested upon me.

"Mom," I whispered. "Mommy?"

My voice shook with unshed tears, which were threatening to breach my
control.

"I'm right here," I hissed urgently. "Mom, look at me, please. I'm not
asleep. I'm right here. Just look at

me. . . . Didn't I promise?"

Nothing.

I wiped furiously at my cheeks. A few tears had escaped. I glanced angrily
at my lifeless form, before my

gaze flickered back to Dante. His head was still bent over.

"Dante?" I called, hoping he would hear me. "Dante, I'm right here. Come
on, baby. Don't give up, I'm

right in front of you."

I stood and moved around my bed. They all continued to stare at me as if my
physical shell was the only

one in the room. Again I kneeled next to my bed, but this time beside
Dante. His strong capable arms

were inches away from my grasp, but the ability to touch him was beyond my
control. Even the simplest

attempt went unnoticed.

"Please, look at me," I whispered into his ear. "I'm fine, Dante. I'll wake
up, I promise. Please just don't

give up."

My voice hitched at the end and more tears began to escape. It was
useless. I was a ghost. Nothing more

than an apparition that was cursed to watch as his life dangled by a
thread.

"Argh! Wake up!" I screamed at myself.

"We should eat," my mom whispered her voice hollow. "Were not helping much
if we starve ourselves."

I screamed again and tried to shake the bed.

"Wake up!!!"

"Stace, can you go to my car and get my purse?"

"Sure, Trudy. Justin do you wanna go with me?"

"No, no, no!!" I exclaimed and tried to grab them as they reached for my
mom's keys. "Don't go. I can

wake up. Just give me some time. Wait."

But they were already heading out the door. I glanced frantically between
them and my mother and

Dante. I wanted to follow Justin and Stacey, to try and make them aware of
me, but I also wanted to see

if Dante or my mom could do something about my body. I growled, but kept my
place in the room.

". . . .love him. It's just a quick break." My mom said to Dante across the
bed.

I had missed the first part of what she said.

"Just to get something to eat. You can't starve yourself, honey. Caleb
wouldn't want that."

Dante looked up and for the first time I saw what he looked like. I sighed
sadly. His facial hair had

darkened dramatically, which only made him look older. His hair looked
un-kept and dirty, but still his

hand stayed locked around mine. His eyes were the most shocking. They were
blood shot with tears and

puffy with exhaustion. His irises looked crazed and empty, like the eyes of
a dying man. It pained me to

see him like this. I stepped closer.

"Please, Trudy, let me be. I'm fine."

Even his voice was different. Deeper with grief.

"I don't think it's best-"

But I had stopped listening. Instead I moved to Dante's side, where my hand
was and I stared at my

battered face.

"Say something," I ordered to myself. "Wake up. For him. Wake up and say
something. Please."

Dante slowly began to shake, his shoulders moving in erratic sobs. Again my
eyes began to water. My

mom was still talking to him, but I wasn't listening.

"Caleb, wake up. Dante needs you. He's lost without you-without us. Open
your eyes. Move your

fingers. Something."

Eventually Dante's voice began to sob tenderly. I watched as my mom moved
from her side of the bed

to his. She stared sadly at him as she rested her hand on his shoulder.

"I know," she crooned. "I know."

I turned back to my lifeless figure.

"Please!! Just give him some indication."

Nothing. I frowned and moved to the head of my bed. I leaned down to my
ear.

"Caleb Alexander Pierce. You move a finger, right now. Dante needs you to
tell him you're alive. He's

your happy ending, now move a damn finger. Now!"

Abruptly Dante jumped.

"He moved!" he exclaimed, his voice sounding like the Dante I knew. "Trudy!
He moved!"

A brilliant spark of hope lit my mother's features, which rivaled
Dante's. She scanned the monitors for

any sign of what just happened, but they didn't do anything. This didn't
squish their hope, though. It

only seemed to invigorate them. They excitedly began to chatter together
and it wasn't until I focused

that I understood that they were talking to me.

"Caleb, love. I'm right here. Listen to my voice, baby. Come back to me."

"-Caleb, honey. You need to wake up. It's safe now. We're here."

"-I love you, baby. Come back to me, please."

"-Honey, its mommy. We need you to wake up, okay?"

"-Beautiful boy, I can't live without you. Wake up."

"-Son, mommy's here. I love you, wake up-"

Suddenly the monitors began to beep crazily. I was so mesmerized with their
words that I hadn't even

thought of reentering my body. But that was all lost as a score of doctors
entered the room. Dante's face

fell and the dying man returned.

"What happened?" he demanded. "Caleb!"

"He's in d-fib," someone called. "Let's charge to three hundred."

"Can someone tell us what happened!?!" Dante cried, his fear turning into
anger. "Trudy, what's going

on?!?!"

My mom was too shocked to respond. I just stared at the melee and felt
useless to the situation. I was

supposed to return, wasn't I?

Dante continued to yell as the doctors tried desperately to keep my heart
going.

"Charge to three-fifty," a doctor called as they tore my shirt
wider. "Someone get them out of here.

Clear!"

Everyone jumped away from my body as the doctor pressed pads to my
chest. My body jumped once,

which caused the monitor to beep a few times, before it went silent again.

"Caleb!!" Dante screamed, his tall frame trying to reach my lifeless body.

I wanted so badly to reach for him and hold him, but two male nurses had
seized him.

"Son, you need to leave," they stated calmly as Dante tried to shove past
them. "You're in the way."

"But he's my boyfriend," Dante growled as he shoved roughly. "Caleb!"

I watched as the nurses steadily dragged Dante from the room. My mom was
desperately handing things

to her co-workers as they continued to keep my heart beating. Again a
doctor shocked my body, making

my body leap and buckle with the surge of electricity. I just stared
dumbfounded at my tangled mess of

a body.

"Charging."

"Clear."

Instantly sharp pain coursed through my body. I gasped and buckled under
the current of pain. My soul

screamed in agony, but a force seemed to pull me back to my body. I could
feel the tips of my fingers

and the barriers it held. Cold blood rushed through my veins and I couldn't
help myself from hating this

feeling. I wanted the warmth and sunlight back.

Something beeped in the distance. A machine? Then silence. Darkness.

"Caleb?" an unfamiliar voice asked.

I could feel the remnants of a distant pain, which slowly started to creep
into my bones. Gradually a

machine began to beep steadily. And a life force sparked within me.

Beep.

Beep.

Beep.

Beep.

And I opened my eyes.



TO BE CONTINUED. . .



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