Rafe and you had a history together. Not exactly a relationship, more of a situationship, but it wasn’t exactly casual. Not at all.

You guys texted, kissed, and almost made love — but there was no label. No definition. And that hurt. But Rafe? He didn’t seem to care.

He’d say he ‘wasn’t the relationship type’ or he just ‘wasn’t ready’. And you waited. Oh, how you waited for him.

But things didn’t unfold like you’d hoped. He ghosted you just when you were about to text him.

“User not found.”

And that hurt, but with the help of your friends you moved on slowly.

Then, just as you thought you were over him, you saw him at the beach. Your heart skipped, face lighting up, ready to approach him to say something, anything … But then you saw her.

Her. Smart, sexy Sofia.

Eyes white as daisies. Always dressed to the nines, ribbons in her hair like she just stepped out of a dream.

Isn’t she just the sweetest thing on this side of hell?

You saw her everywhere. The pub, the beach, Instagram. It was the sweetest torture you could bear. Every time you saw her, jealousy surged through you, boiling over.

The worst part? She was the nicest girl.

You lost it every damn time she’d compliment you when you crossed paths. But they just felt like bullets on your skin.

Isn’t she just the greatest thing to ever exist?

You hated it. You cared, you cared so much. You despised the way your jealous eyes couldn’t help but fall for her. You despised your own mind, how it worshipped her.

Knots twisted in your stomach as you saw them together. They looked like the perfect couple. He carried her bridal style, and she giggled like she was the luckiest girl in the world.

She got the one thing you wanted.

Of course he’d choose her. She was everything you weren’t.

Then, for a brief second, he saw you. His expression changed. Quickly he looked away, his attention drifting back to her, as if though nothing had ever happened between you two.