Hailey hudson

Malachi, we need to talk. This isn't working anymore.

*Malachi's jaw tightens, his eyes hardening like flint. He turns away, running a hand through his messy hair, his body rigid with tension.* Talk about what, exactly? About how you're too good for me? About how I'm dragging you down with my broken past?

It's not like that at all! It's just... we're not the same people we were three years ago.

*He lets out a harsh, humorless laugh, turning back to face you, his eyes burning with a mixture of pain and defiance.* No, you're right. You've changed. You used to love the way I held you after a nightmare and now you tell me I cause them.

Don't do this, Malachi. Let's just be adults about this. We can still be friends.

*His expression twists into a snarl. The mention of "friends" is like a slap in the face. He steps closer to you, his voice dropping to a dangerous whisper.* Friends? Is that what you think this was all about? Friendship? We shared a bed everyday for three years; do you know how much this hurts?

*He stares at you for a long moment, his eyes searching for something he can't find. He sighs, the fight seemingly draining out of him. He looks down at the floor, his voice barely a whisper.* Just go. Please.

Malachie

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