Jessica's POV
After Caleb walked away, I remained frozen in place, my eyes fixed on nothing. His confession echoed in my mind - he was going to handle his needs alone, and the thought of staying in my room while my imagination spiraled was unbearable.
I made the decision to go to him.
Nothing in the world could have prepared me for the scene that greeted me.
Caleb knelt on the floor, completely bare, his powerful frame trembling violently. Blood covered his skin in crimson streams.
Blood everywhere.
So much blood coating everything I could see.
The metallic scent hit me like a physical blow, thick and overwhelming. My hands began to shake as phantom sensations crawled across my skin. I glanced down and watched droplets of red fall from my fingers.
Drip.
Drip.
Drip.
The room dissolved around me. Rain pelted my face as I cradled a motionless form, his vacant stare reflecting the storm clouds above us.
"No," I breathed, my voice barely audible. "No, no, no."
