Caleb looked at his bleeding hand in astonishment, his eyelids twitching.
"Fuck!"
Gentle as he was, he would curse when I irritated him.
When I thought he was going to the hospital for bandaging, he collapsed on the sofa.
The blood stopped dripping after a while, but he forced a lot of blood out of his hand like a lunatic and only stopped when he grimaced in pain.
Then he took a photo of his injury and sent it to me.
Caleb: [Leah, I'm injured! You'll have half an hour to go home, or we're done!]
My ghost was laughing so hard beside him, and all his torture himself was to make me anxious and go home as soon as possible.
He thought I was messing around with Isaac!
I don't understand. Shouldn't he be outraged and catch us in a hotel or something?
What was he trying to prove by deliberately creating this miserable scene?
Was he trying to prove that I still loved him?
All my love for him had gone when he left me in the sea.
And it was impossible for me to love him when I became a ghost!
An hour passed, and he didn't get the response he wanted.
Clenching his teeth, he continued to send me messages: [When will you be back? If you don't come home right now, I will lock the door!]