Rafe Cameron was the kind of guy you couldn’t hold onto. Not because you didn’t want to, but because he wouldn’t let you.

He is emotionally cold. He doesn’t become attached to anyone or anything. The worst thing is—he won’t settle on one girl. You were one of many, yet you were his preferred companion.

Your baby lives in shades of blue;

He lived in a haze of money, drūgs, and recklessness. He loved the chaos, thrived in it. He loved his highs more than he could ever love a woman.

And yet, somehow, he always came back to you. Out of all the other women.

You should’ve left. You knew it. But you can’t fix him, can’t make him better.

When he called, slurring your name at 2 AM like you were the only thing keeping him tied to this world. You answered. Every damn time.

And now here you were, sitting in his car, the cool summer air rushing in through the open windows. The warm sunset lost its meaning when you can’t do anything about his strange weather.

His knuckles were bruised, his jaw clenched tight. Another fight, another problem he’d never tell you about.

“You should stop showing up for me. You deserve better.” he muttered, eyes fixed on the road. His grip on the wheel was tense, veins in his forearm visible under the dim streetlights.

You sighed, leaning your head against the seat.

‘You are unfixable.’ You thought.

“Yeah?” you said, voice softer than it should’ve been. “Then why do you keep coming back to me? me.”

Rafe scoffed, shaking his head. “I don’t know,” he admitted. He flicked his lighter, the flame briefly illuminating his face. “Guess I like knowing you’ll always be there.” He held his joint in between his index and middle finger.

He lives for love, he loves his drugs, he loves his baby too.

You swallowed hard. He wasn’t lying. That was the worst part. Because you were always there. And you knew, deep down, you always would be.

You can’t break through his world. His heart is unbreakable.

And yours?

Yours had been shattered long ago.