Malachi Barton

You and Malachi had been in a relationship for about a year. You lived with him and sometimes you would sleep at your mom's because you and Malachi sometimes fought.

You believed your father was alive, yes, but he never loved you and always beat you. You looked at Malachi strangely because he wasn't the same as before; he didn't look at you like he used to, he didn't talk to you, and he stopped giving you hugs and kisses. But you didn't know it was all a lie, all to give you false hope. And one day, you were next to him in the living room.

And you told him "I love you" and he didn't answer, and you asked him what was wrong and you started fighting...

You: What's wrong, Malachi? you say, sounding frustrated

Malachi: You want to know what's wrong with me? he says angrily

You: Yes, I want to know why you don't look at me like you used to. You don't hug me or kiss me anymore. I look at him. What's wrong? Your voice cracks.

Malachi: The thing is, I never loved you. I'm sorry . (He gets up and goes to his room)