"Shh... It's okay." Caleb cooed to his six month old son who had earlier been fussing a few seconds ago. Caleb lifted the already hair covered boy out of his crib. "It's okay,daddy's here." The young man whispered to him as he rocked Julian in his arms, now sitting in the rocking chair. Caleb was well aware of his time limit. It was time for him to leave, return to Ravenswood so he could help Miranda through her issues like Hanna had advised him to. Which she would soon be regretting. "I love you, so much." Caleb swore to his only child, a tear stream falling down his face. "I love your mother too, and I will be back. I promise." Once Caleb had managed to put his only son to sleep, he made his way downstairs, just in time to catch Hanna. Who he'd been trying to avoid at the moment. Of course he wanted to say goodbye, but he knew it would be much easier on the both of them if he just up and left with no farewells. There would be no tears, no excruciating heartache. It was the easy way out.
"I have to go." Caleb informed the blonde following behind him, eyes glued to the ground. Part of him was glad he wasn't looking into Hanna's eyes as he spoke to her, it saved him some grief. "No, you don't." Hanna whined, her voice high-pitched as she made an attempt to get Caleb to stay. "It's time." Caleb spoke as Hanna followed behind him, only to move in front of him seconds later. "No, it's not. Your watch is broken." The blonde attempted to make a joke out of the situation, only to see Caleb was not laughing. "It's late." Caleb stated, a heavy sigh as he realized how much harder this was going to be. His voice apathetic as he reached for his bag, only for Hanna to yank it out of his hands. "Well then, take us with you." Hanna pressed, referencing to her and the son she had with Caleb. "I can't." Caleb breathed as he looked to the side, afraid that if he looked into those beautiful blue eyes, he wouldn't be able to handle the affliction within them. Caleb knew the effect Ravenswood had on people, it was already beginning to change him and he knew that if he truly loved Hanna and his son, he wouldn't put them through that. "Then I'll follow you." Hanna threatened, as Caleb finally made eye contact with her, only for a brief second before reaching for his bag. Hanna fought with him over the bag, tugging the bag back and forth. Hanna's grip becoming debilitating as she thought about a notation that she dearly hoped wasn't true. Slight fear in her eyes as Caleb yanked back his bag from her not so firm grip. A deep sigh leaving his lips as he did so. Caleb wasn't usually so forceful like that. Hanna wasn't used to it. The feeling of regret within his orbs, he felt bad, he'd never be intentionally aggressive towards Hanna and she knew that.
Dolor filled the young woman's eyes as she looked at her significant other in his eyes, which were full of regret before he turned to the side, once again avoiding her eyes. "Caleb, look at me." Hanna instructed, she needed him to look at her right now. "Caleb, look at me." The fashionable blonde repeated, only to be ignored once again.Of course. She couldn't help but think. "Is this about Miranda?" Hanna finally worked up the audacity to ask. Hanna loathed the question, she didn't know what she'd do if all of this was about the brunette Hanna had urged Caleb to help in the beginning. The blonde apprehensively awaited an answer. Timorous that Caleb's reply would be one she didn't want to hear. Hanna had managed to keep her tears at bay for the time being. She wondered how long she could keep it like that with all the self destructive thoughts running through her mind right now. "It's not like that." Caleb replied, he still hadn't found the strength to look the woman he loved in her eyes. "Like what?" Hanna asked, curious of what he thought she'd meant by his response. "Like what you're thinking." Caleb answered, only slightly moving his head, though his eyes were still gazing at the grayscale tiles beneath the both of them. "What am I thinking?!" Hanna was quick to snap back a response, defensiveness in her tone.
"I mean, is this about the girl I told you to look after?" Hanna wanted answers, answers on why he'd be so set on leaving like he was when he'd just arrived not even a week ago. Caleb scrutinized Hanna's facial expression and the ongoing look she had in her eyes. Judging by the way she was looking at him and how her orbs looked as if they would soon be deluging with tears, Caleb figured he should at least give her some answers. She deserved them. At last Caleb had managed to hold the blonde's gaze for a moment, before marginally shaking his head at Hanna's inquiry, letting his eyes rest for just a second, which to Hanna seemed like a long held blink. Caleb's lips curled for a rapid split second as he once again pivoted his head away from Hanna's glare and to the side, but only for a second for as he was now looking into Hanna's eyes. "She needs me." Caleb elucidated, an enormous expiration following as he looked into Hanna Marin's tearful eyes. Her beautiful baby blue eyes ready to deluge with tears. Caleb didn't even know how he was living with himself at the moment. He couldn't bare to see Hanna in such distress. Caleb could scantily even bare the fact that he was the cause of all the desolation she was feeling right now. He could see it in her eyes. Now it was Hanna's turn to avoid eye contact. Hanna didn't know how she had been able to inhibit her tears from emerging for so long. Biting her lower lip the blonde turned her head away from the beige colored man, focusing back on Caleb when she heard him speak once again. "—But it's not like that sounds." Caleb proclaimed, his ambiguous attempt to explicate himself. "You say that, but what am I supposed to think?!" Hanna retorted as she shook her head left and right, conveying her opposition towards what Caleb was saying. A mix of diverse emotions hid not only in her tone but behind her eyes as well. Animosity was one of them, woe another. Though she was trying quite hard to mask that one, proud that she was able to keep herself together for this long. "I-I can't tell you what to think." Caleb started, he felt as if someone was tugging on his heartstrings as he watched Hanna's eyes fill back up with tears. "I don't even know what I'm thinking." Caleb finished his sentence, he couldn't handle the expression written all over her face. Which would explain the reason his eyes continuously flickered back and forth from her to the hard tile floor. " Hanna nodded,her head, "She needs you," Hanna reiterated, a scoff leaving her lips. "And what about me, huh?" Hanna questioned as she continued to suppress the tears that were imploring to be released. "What about Julian?" Hanna uttered. "We need you, what about us? What about your family." Hanna asked, not once breaking the intense gaze her eyes had on his. "Hanna, I don't know what you want me to say. I love you, and Julian." Caleb declared, they'd figure something out along the way, he was sure of that. "I don't know what you want me say,or do!" Caleb proclaimed, his voice above the level it should've been with an infant upstairs. "—All I know is that, I have to go and you have to stay." The long-haired teen informed the blonde standing in front of him.
"It's best for all of us." He added as he made his way towards the door. Hanna was under no circumstances having that, with a heavy sigh, she turned and followed him. As Caleb opened the front door not two seconds later was it slammed by Hanna before he even got the chance to step outside. "Hanna! Please don't do this!" Caleb begged, his voice breaking as he was now the one who needed to refrain from crying. "Do what?!" Hanna spit back with tears in her eyes as she once again supplicated Caleb not to leave. "What am I doing? I'm standing in front of my own door in my own house!" Hanna responded. "I'm sorry, I have to go." Caleb was once again not able to look Hanna in the eye. Hanna let out a soft sigh of unbelief. "Why am I supposed to make this so easy for you?" Hanna asked, stunned by what was going on right now between the two of them. "This. Is. Not. Easy." Caleb spaced out his words, saying each of them slower than the one before. Caleb made another attempt to vacate the house, only to be shut down by Hanna again as she forced the door close before Caleb had the chance to leave. As Hanna was consumed with grief, she shook her head as she realized one of the biggest mistakes she's ever made. "God, I gave her to you." Hanna remarked. "I am so stupid." The blonde commented, not for a second doubting the words she had just said. "You are not stupid," Caleb interjected. "That is notwhat happened." Caleb stated, eyebrows furrowed as he looked at the emotional woman blocking the exit. "Well the what happened?! Tell me what happened?!" Hanna insisted Caleb give her answers, and one way or another she intended to get them. Looking around for a second, Caleb refused to give Hanna any information that could come back to haunt her. "...—I can't!" Caleb shouted before pushing pass Hanna and her sorrowful facial expressions. Hanna slammed the door behind him, her back against the door as she slid down to the floor, moving her hands to cup her face as she cried into them.
