𝐈𝐌𝐆𝐎𝐍𝐍𝐀𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊 𓍯 𝐌𝐀𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐇𝐈 𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐎𝐍

eight || ❛i can see you❜

AURIELA SEYFRIED

I stared around at the instantly familiar room as I sat on his bed, holding my breath and rethinking the decisions I made. When I approached my once second home, I should've walked away. But I already knocked on the damn door.

I bit my lip as I looked around his room, there was barely any sign that me and him existed. Well, I don't blame him. I redesigned my whole personality when he broke up with me.

Wait. He broke up with me. What am I doing here?

I got up from his bed, his room barely empty as before. Pants on his floor, his closet wide open, his bed made yet clearly messed up. Barely anything changed, other than how is walls felt empty without the collage he had of us once before.

I walked around, getting a feel of the room again. My finger traced along his bed-side table, his drawer slightly opened. I stared at for a second, fighting all temptation to open it.

Curiosity killed the cat. Back away from the drawer, Auriela.

I told myself. I took a deep breath in before swinging myself the other way, feeling myself bump into someone, making me stumble back.

"Oh shit--" I said, putting my hand quickly on the bed-side table in order to catch myself. I felt a cold feeling on the side of my waist, making me look down at the sudden feeling, seeing a cold water bottle in a familiar hand, yet his fingers gripped on my waist, holding me from falling back.

I looked up with furrowed eyebrows, I felt myself freeze up from seeing Malachi's brown eyes. Yes, I know I was at his house, but the hand placement took me by suprise.

He looked into my eyes for a bit, as if he was doing the same thing as me. Trying to see any reaction behind those brown eyes. It only lasted a second before he took his hand away, backing away, brushing off whatever moment just happened.

I heard a laugh leave his mouth before he turned slightly, putting the water bottle he once had in his hand behind me on his table. "You forget you're at my house?" He teased, grabbing out his phone.

It took me a minute to fully process his question before licking my lips and rolling my eyes. "Shut up. I just got startled." I told him, leaning myself off his table, walking over to his bed and sitting on it. He stared at me every move I made.

I looked around his room one last time before looking up at him, seeing his eyes already on me with that stupid smile of his. "What?" I asked with a snappy tone and furrowed eyebrows. 

He laughed softly before shaking his head, sitting next to me. "You just seem comfortable, is all." He told me. I curled my lip at his statement.

"Do you want me to feel uncomfortable?" I asked him with an offended face. He shrugged his shoulders. "Well, I don't know. I'd expect it since I am your ex." He replied to me. It took me a minute to think of a response to this.

"But I practically lived here before. Of course I'm comfortable." I told him with a shrug. He smiled at my response.

"So you're comfortable around me?"

"Ew. Don't ever ask that again, you sound like a perv."