CHAPTER 135: CALEB STILL LIVES

Caleb lay in a crumpled heap, his body a testament to the violence he'd endured. Blood seeped from his wounds, pooling beneath him and staining the ground a deep crimson. His breathing was labored, each ragged gasp a testament to the pain he was in. "Ju...Juliet," he managed to rasp, his voice barely audible. Caleb closed his eyes, the effort of speaking too much for him to bear. His body shook with the force of his pain, and he felt a tear escape from beneath his eyelid. "Juliet," he whispered again, his voice breaking as he spoke her name. "I'm sorry. I...I love you." As Caleb lay there, drifting in and out of consciousness, he heard footsteps approaching. He tried to open his eyes, but the effort was too great. "Hey, what's going on here?" a voice called out. Caleb recognized it as belonging to Fido, the bartender from his local pub. Fido hurried over, his eyes widening in shock as he took in the sight of Caleb's broken body. "Caleb?" he gasped, recognizing the man lying befor