You and Malachi used to be best friends. You never went anywhere without each other. You were attatched at the hip. That all changed when you both turned fourteen and high school started. Social expectations got in the way, you guys drifted quickly, he cut you off. You haven’t spoken to him in four years. You used to have bangs. He used to say he loves them. You ended up getting rid of them. You took of the ring he gave you, you became someone without him. No one knows that you guys knew each other. Why would they? You don’t talk to each other or acknowledge each others presence. Only, he hasn’t moved on as much as he admits and lets everyone think. Every Thursday, you go to the theatre when it’s empty and you play and sing at the piano. What you don’t know is that Malachi will sometimes come and listen in secret. He’s heard you sing and play every feeling there is. And somehow, it always reflects his own mood. Except this time, you play an original, and he hears it. No one knows you can play or sing. No one knows he watches when you think you’re alone.