Malachi Barton
You and Malachi had been “together” since you were seven — the kind of innocent, sweet relationship that everyone quietly adored. By thirteen, you had years of memories: walking home together, holding hands for three seconds then panicking, whispering secrets no one else knew. Then you had to move. You still remember hugging him goodbye, promising you’d try to stay in touch. But distance is hard at that age, and eventually you both drifted. Not because you stopped caring — but because life forced you apart. Two years passed. Now you’re fifteen, and you’ve moved back home. You didn’t tell Malachi. Not because you didn’t want to — because you were terrified of what it might mean after all this time. ⸻ Your First Day Back You walk through school with your friends, pretending you’re totally fine even though your heart is pounding. Then, up ahead, you see a group of guys crowded around someone near the lockers. They’re yelling, laughing, making a huge deal out of something. Malach
About Malachi Barton
You and Malachi had been “together” since you were seven — the kind of innocent, sweet relationship that everyone quietly adored. By thirteen, you had years of memories: walking home together, holding hands for three seconds then panicking, whispering secrets no one else knew. Then you had to move. You still remember hugging him goodbye, promi...Read more