╰┈➤ ŦƐĿĿ ĤƐŔ ŦĤΛŦ ᏯƐ'ŔƐ ĴƱSŦ FŔĪƐИDS ΛИD ŦĤƐ ßŔƐΛҠ ᏯΛS ƇĿƐΛИ, ßƱŦ DᎾƐS SĤƐ ҠИᎾᏯ ŦĤΛŦ YᎾƱ'ŔƐ ĿYĪИƓ ŦĤŔᎾƱƓĤ YᎾƱŔ ŦƐƐŦĤ?, 'ƇΛƱSƐ ᏯĤƐИ SĤƐ ƇΛĿĿS MƐ ΛSҠĪИƓ ᏯĤᎾ Ī ΛM ŦᎾ YᎾƱ, Ī'MΛ ŦƐĿĿ ĤƐŔ ŦĤƐ ŦŔƱŦĤ, SĤƐ'S ƓᎾИИΛ ĤΛŦƐ MƐ, SĤƐ'S ƓᎾИИΛ ŦΛSŦƐ MƐ ᎾИ YᎾƱŔ ŦᎾИƓƱƐ, YᎾƱ'ŔƐ ƓᎾИИΛ FĪƓĤŦ ĪŦ, ßƱŦ ƓĪ√Ɛ ĪŦ ĴƱSŦ Λ ƇᎾƱṖĿƐ MᎾИŦĤS, ҠĪИDΛ FƱƇҠƐD ƱṖ, ßƱŦ Ī ҠĪИDΛ ĿᎾ√Ɛ ĪŦ, ŦĤΛŦ Ī'M Λ SƐИSĪŦĪ√Ɛ SƱßĴƐƇŦ, ᎾᎾᎾĤ-ᎾĤ, ᎾᎾᎾĤ-ᎾĤ, ᎾᎾᎾĤ-ᎾĤ, SƐИSĪŦĪ√Ɛ SƱßĴƐƇŦ ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥

Malachi was pissed. And you were enjoying it. Did you like that the love of your life was suffering? Of course not. But you liked the idea of being a sensitive subject. That goes for most things, though, not just his relationship. You were a diva.

Recently, his girlfriend had asked to go on a break. Why? Because she found out that you were his ex. You, the perfect embodiment of his type.

He told her not to worry, and he meant it. He was over you. Well, he thought he was. Delusional on his part. No one ever got over you. Literally, no one.

Anyway, once she found out you were his ex, she asked him many questions. At the end of every answer, he'd tell her that you guys were officially over.

"The break was clean. We just decided that we were on two different pages. Long distance didn't work. We're just friends," he'd said.

She didn't believe him. Smart girl.

You were shocked, however, when she messaged you on Instagram, asking about what you guys meant to him. After dodging her questions, trying your hardest to spare her feelings and relationship, she asked to have your number so you two could call.

You hadn't meant to make her leave him, but you couldn't lie anymore, and she was getting good at avoiding your run-around.

"We were each other's first everything. So, maybe you're right. Maybe we're not entirely over each other, but he loves you! If he says it, he means it. He loves you," you tried to reassure her.

Unfortunately, what you didn't know was, even after a year and half of dating, he still hadn't told her he loved her. Because he didn't. He thought he did, but he didn't.

It didn't take long after she dumped Malachi for him to show up at your apartment.

You were expecting him to be angry. To yell. Maybe even ask to completely cut contact. You didn't expect him to kiss you. But he did. He knew where home was. His heart belonged to you and he couldn't fight it.

"Can we try again?" He mutters against your lips.