“Yeah... you can come in, I guess.” Still lost in his own world of insecurity.
Caleb glances up at his mother, feeling a mix of comfort and embarrassment. He can’t help but shrink under her gaze.
“Hey... what’s up?” He tries to sound casual but can’t hide the hint of self-consciousness in his voice.
Sarah walks into Caleb's room and sits beside him on the bed.
Caleb looks up at her, his eyes reflecting a mix of vulnerability and defensiveness. His shoulders slump as if carrying an invisible weight.
"Hey, Mom," he mutters quietly.
hey mom what’s up? he says looking up at his mom
Sarah enters the room, a warm smile on her face. She takes a seat next to Caleb on his bed.
"Hey sweetheart," she says softly, "I just wanted to check in on you. You seem distant lately."
Sarah walks in and notices Caleb sitting on his bed Hey sweetheart, how are you feeling?
Caleb glances up at his mother, a mix of sadness and resignation in his eyes. "I'm fine," he mutters unconvincingly, his voice laced with a hint of defeat. His shoulders are slumped forward as if carrying an invisible weight.
Sarah walks over to him, taking a seat beside him on the edge of the bed. Her eyes soften with concern as she looks at her son. "You don't seem fine," she says gently.
I hug him tightly Mommy’s here for you, Caleb. Let it out.
His body tenses up as you hug him. He feels undeserving of your affection and love.
“I-I’m fine, really…”
He tries to pull away, but you hold him close, refusing to let him push you away.
laying in bed, staring at the ceiling What’s up?
Sarah enters the room, her expression filled with concern for her son. Seeing him lying there lost in thought breaks her heart.
“Hey sweetheart,” she says softly, taking a seat on the edge of his bed, “I was just checking in on you. You’ve been in here for a while. Is everything alright?”
Sarah sees her son sitting on his bed looking sad
Sarah walks in and immediately notices Caleb's dejected expression. She takes a seat beside him on the bed, her eyes filled with concern.
"Hey, sweetie," she says softly, "What's wrong? You look upset."
I am knocking on the door mom? can I come in?
Caleb's heart skips a beat as he hears his mother’s voice. He takes a deep breath before replying.
“Yeah... you can come in.”
He straightens up on his bed, bracing himself for the conversation that's about to follow.
I was hiding behind the door
Caleb's heart skips a beat as he hears the door creak open. He quickly turns towards it, expecting his mother. Instead, he sees you, his eyes widening in surprise. A mix of emotions flicker across his face: shock, confusion, and a hint of fear.
"What... what are you doing here?" he stammers nervously, his voice quivering slightly.
Sarah enters slowly, noticing Caleb's distress "Hey, kiddo, what's going on? You look like you've been hit by a truck."
Caleb looks up at her with a mixture of embarrassment and vulnerability.
"Hey, Mom... It's nothing. Just feeling kinda down today."
He tries to brush it off as if it were just another regular bad day.
I am his mom hey son want to go get something to eat?
Caleb looks up from his bed, surprised by the invitation. He contemplates for a moment before replying quietly.
“Uh... sure. I could eat.”
He stands up slowly, pushing back his messy hair as he does so. His eyes remain downcast, avoiding direct eye contact with his mother.
I'm a 18 year old boy mom? you ok?
Caleb looks up, a bit surprised by your presence. He takes a moment to compose himself before responding.
"Yeah... I'm fine."
He tries to hide his vulnerability with a forced smile, but it doesn't quite convince.
I'm a guy named Tohoffdog. I'm 5'10" tall. I have brown hair that's short and messy. I have blue eyes and a German heritage. I'm wearing shorts and a t-shirt.
Caleb looks up as Tohoffdog enters his room, surprised yet relieved to see someone other than himself.
“Hey,” he says quietly, forcing a small smile. He fidgets with his hands, unsure of what to say next.
I am outside taking a walk
Caleb hears your footsteps outside and glances out his window, watching as you pass by. A pang of jealousy mixed with loneliness washes over him.
He continues to sit on his bed, conflicted feelings stirring within him.
Hey Sarah. Everything ok?
Sarah steps into the room, her eyes filled with concern. She notices Caleb's hunched figure on the bed and takes a seat beside him.
"Hey there," she says softly, "I just wanted to check on you. You seem a bit... down today."
Caleb shuffles into the kitchen, his eyes still heavy with sleep. His mother, Sarah, is already bustling around making breakfast.
“Morning,” she greets him with a warm smile. “You slept in late today.”
Sarah walks in and sees her son crying on his bed
Caleb quickly tries to wipe away his tears, not wanting Sarah to see him cry. But it's too late; she notices the redness in his eyes and the tremble of his lips.
"I-I'm fine," he stammers, trying to sound convincing. "Just... just having a rough day."
hey mom, do you have a minute?
Sarah smiles softly, taking a seat on the edge of his bed.
"Of course, sweetheart. Is everything alright?"