In my dream, I found myself inexplicably leaving Caleb behind.
As a result, Caleb appeared to lose his spark for life, turning to alcohol to cope with the pain and gradually losing his vitality.
Despair enveloped him, erasing any trace of joy.
âDebra, Debra, I miss you so much.
â
In the dim, somber room, he lay on the floor, disheveled, with unkempt hair, lifeless eyes, and an unshaven beard.
This side of Caleb was entirely new to me, one characterized by deterioration and hopelessness.
I woke abruptly, my heart still gripped by the dreamâs anguish, struggling to breathe.
Caleb, hearing me stir, asked with concern, âDear, after such a long sleep, do you feel any better?â
I remained silent, observing Caleb with a mixture of emotions.
It was difficult to reconcile the vibrant man before me with the despondent figure from my dream.
The difference was too stark.
Caleb seemed to sense my unease, tilting his head and inquiring, âDid you have another dream? Why do you look so sad?â
I contemplated telling him the truth, suspecting it was a precognitive dream like the one about the Thorn Edge Pack.
However, I couldnât fathom leaving Caleb without cause.
If such a scenario were to occur in reality, it could only meanâ¦
In a sudden realization, my heart clenched.
I chose to keep the dream to myself.
Managing a smile, I replied, âItâs nothing.
Iâm just overly concerned about the Thorn Edge Pack, so I couldnât rest well.
â
Debraâs POV:
Caleb seemed not entirely convinced and asked once more, âReally? Did you experience any dreams while you slept?â
I remained calm, offering a gentle smile.
âJust usual, nothing significant.
â
But Caleb saw through my facade easily.
After a brief pause, he voiced his concern.
âYou seem a bit pale.
Is it similar to before, when you had a vision in your dream?â
His insight caught me off guard.
Calebâs keen perception was unmistakable.
Worried Caleb might sense something amiss, I quickly fabricated, âNo, it wasnât a vision.
Just a bit of restless sleep, thatâs all.
Thereâs no need for concern.
â