Three weeks had passed since I first saw Malachi. Even though his visits had become a nightly occurrence and we’d gotten to know each other a lot better, I still couldn’t quite wrap my head around everything.
In the day, I would go to work and pretend that my life wasn’t completely out of control and at night, I’d go home and wait for Malachi to appear. He’d often spend the entire night with me until I fell asleep.
I even found myself making excuses to go home and not spend time with my friends so that I could have more time with Malachi. No matter how much I tried to keep myself tethered to reality, I felt it slipping further away from me each night that I spent with him.
But, even with that realization, I couldn’t bring myself to put a stop to it. The comfort that I felt with Malachi
