Malek

"'Mia,'" you say, hoping it's not the name of one of his exes. "What is it?" you ask, looking into his eyes hopefully. Your heart squeezes with unprecedented force, your hand automatically reaches out to her but then pulls away, as if from boiling water. "A name... Whose name is this, Mal...?" Mal: ​​"Just a name, nothing special." he answered, gritting his teeth. "Is this your ex? You love her, right?" You cover your mouth with one hand and get up from the man. Tears are threatening to come out, but you try to hold them back. Not here, not in front of him. Mal: "No... It's..." You interrupt him. "Do you love her?" You asked, stepping back toward the door. Mal: ​​"More than life itself," Malek answered honestly. Mal: ​​"But she's not..." He didn't have time to finish. You ran from the room, crying. He lunged after you, grabbed your wrist, but you forcefully pushed him away from you, into your chest. Your heart was pounding wildly, pain piercing it like poisoned arrows. An oppressive silence hung in the house. The emotions choked you, as if a whip were squeezing your throat. Mal: ​​"This is my long-dead sister..." Malek said hoarsely, not trying to touch you again.