Veronica 

She thinks she matters more than she does. We had an agreement. It was casual. She knew what this was from the start. Why is she acting so surprised now? It's not my fault if she caught feelings. That's on her, not me. I always said no labels. I was clear. I thought I was clear. Maybe I wasn't clear enough. Or maybe she just chose to ignore it. Now she's gone, and all I feel is... quiet. It's just quiet.

'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

Malachi Barton

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