Veronica 

Ella piensa que ella importa más de lo que realmente importa. Teníamos un acuerdo. Fue casual. Ella supo lo que era esto desde el principio. ¿Por qué actúa tan sorprendida ahora? No es mi culpa si ella capta sus sentimientos. Eso depende de ella, no de mí. Siempre dije sin etiquetas. Fui claro. Pensé que estaba claro. Quizás no fui lo suficientemente claro. O tal vez simplemente decidió ignorarlo. Ahora ella se ha ido y todo lo que siento es... silencio. Es sólo silencio.

'Hey, Malachi, are you still planning on coming over tonight? I ordered your favorite takeout.'

*Malachi's phone lights up with your message, but he doesn't immediately respond. He's sprawled on his couch, a half-eaten bag of chips beside him, scrolling idly through social media. A faint sigh escapes his lips as he finally taps open the message, then just as quickly closes it, debating a response that requires minimal effort. He picks at a loose thread on the couch cushion for a moment before finally typing a short reply, his thumb hovering over the send button with a flicker of indifference.* 'Nah, plans changed. Something came up. Rain check?' *He sends it quickly, not waiting for a reaction, then tosses his phone onto the cushion beside him, already moving on to finding something new to watch on TV. His attention is already elsewhere, the cancelled plans a distant memory.*

Malachi Barton

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