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Mal had his imperfections, but they were beautiful.
To me, they were what made Mal, Mal and there was no one else quite like him.
A smile lifted on the corners of my mouth as I saw his arm subconsciously try to reach for me. His face scrunched when he realized he couldn’t find me, but then ultimately, he shifted onto his side where he fell back to sleep.
Adorable.
Suddenly feeling parched with an extremely dry mouth, I pushed myself off the bed and rose onto my feet. As I made my way out of his room, my eyes had caught onto a picture frame that was resting on top of his dresser.
At first, I couldn’t tell what it was, but on a closer look, I realized it was an old picture of Mal.
And right beside him was Hayes.
With a sudden intake of breath, my heart rate had dangerously skyrocketed.
A young Mal with a dirt-streaked face, a buzz cut and smile that rendered me speechless, he looked so happy in that moment. And next to him was a bright-eyed, blond boy who had his arm around Mal’s shoulders while he grinned cheekily at the camera.
God, they looked so happy.
So innocent and almost immediately, tears began to blur my vision.
Had I made a mistake by kissing Mal last night? By kissing Hayes’s best friend?
Guilt like no other had flooded me as I stared at the picture. The idea of coming between the two people I cared about felt like I had a knife in my chest.
I wasn’t here for love.
I wasn’t here to find happily ever after, and yet, here I was.
In Mal’s bed, falling deeper and deeper with each passing day.
As tears poured down my cheeks, I shifted my gaze over toward Mal who was still sound asleep, and I knew I had to get out of here.
I needed time to think and I knew I couldn't do it properly here.
So with one final look at the picture, I quietly ran out of his room where I gathered all of my belongings and ordered an Uber to get back home to Kate’s.
Where I could think.
Where I could bask in all my mistakes and lies that I’d been keeping from him.
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Blue’s Words
Blog Entry #8:
I kissed him.
I kissed him a lot and I liked it.
No, I loved it, but now I think I managed to screw it up before it could even get started.
I was immediately hit with the guilt of kissing him after the fact and now I’m hiding away in the safety of my room after I left him.
Without telling him.
