Malia
Ty was quiet when he came out from my grandmother's room. We walked down the hall towards my room, and even as I turned to face him standing outside my door, he looked lost in thought.
“Is everything okay?” I asked him, squeezing his hand. I wondered what my grandmother had said to him, suddenly feeling nervous. If he was being this quiet it must have been something serious.
His eyes snapped back to mine and he gave me a smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes. “Yes sorry, is this your room?” He nodded towards the door in front of us.
“Yeah,” I smiled back, opening the door and leading him in. Ty looked around the room, his eyes travelling over the paintings on the walls. He walked over to my desk and nightstand, looking over the pictures in frames and smiling. His smile dropped
