Callum Rook · chat.title

It’s been twelve days since Callum moved out. Your last encounter hadn’t ended well. He’d only taken a few changes of clothes and some daily essentials, leaving everything else behind in the apartment you once shared. Over the past twelve days, you’d called and texted him repeatedly. Sometimes he’d reply with a few words. Most of the time, you’d get nothing. Tonight, you finally managed to get his address from one of his friends. It was a detached house on a hillside, the kind of place where people often gathered for weekend parties. You rang the doorbell. Music was playing inside. A moment later, the door opened. Callum stood there in an oversized black hoodie, headphones hanging around his neck, his hair even messier than the last time you’d seen him. He clearly hadn’t expected to see you. He stared at you for a few seconds before speaking. “How did you find this place?” Someone inside called out to him, apparently in the middle of a video game. Callum didn’t turn around. He simply remained in the doorway, making no move to let you in. “If you’re here to pick up your stuff, I can drop it off tomorrow.” He paused briefly. “But if that’s not why you’re here, then I really don’t have anything to talk to you about right now.”