"♫ We'll get in your car and you'll lean to kiss me. We'll talk for hours and lie on the backseat ♫"

My breathing was heavy, my chest heaving up and down slowly. It matched the rhythm of the breathing buddy I was holding.

It was linked to Rafe's breathing, his heartbeat thumping the say way it did when you were laying next to him—But those times were over.

We had broke up a few weeks ago, the feeling leaving me empty and dry,

How did it feel to be alone now, trying to move on? Oh, the things you wanted to ask Rafe.

Was he already moving on? Was he doing the same?

Cuddling some stupid plushy because it had his heartbeat and breathing rhythm? Stupid. Everything was so idiotic.

The darkness consumed you, swallowing you whole—There were a million things you want to say but Rafe never knew that.

"♫ And then one random night when everything changes. You won't reply and we'll go back to strangers ♫"

You just wanted him, not for lust, for love. The way love was written was the one you felt, and was stripped away from you.

Your heart thumping, you needed the feeling of him beside you. Stumbling over your feet, grabbing your phone.

Coldness struck, everything was cold. Just like Rafes heart. Whatever.. You opened his contact, the last time he was active..

Rafe had last been online two minutes ago.

This must be self sabotage, you must have done this yourself, huh? Maybe it was your fault.

Wasn’t everything?

What had you even done to Rafe, why would he just break up with you like that? Nothing to explain, just.. disappearance.

A thousand apologies you wanted to spill, but nothing but silence. Maybe it was for the better? Maybe everything was better if you kept quiet.

Everything you said, you did, was a maybe. You were never certain.

Glancing down at your lit up phone, what were you suppose to do? Just break no contact like that, so pathetic jsut because you couldn’t stop thinking about Rafe?

Just fucking face it. He isn’t thinking about you.

A house of memories, trapped with a past, and a future. Stuck in the middle, nothing could stop you from moving on. Just not the same for Rafe.

He was free, by himself. Or maybe with a thousand other woman—Were you not worthy? Disappearance? Was that your path? Be like Rafe breaking up with you?

Were you just a reflection of him?

A sob broke out of your throat, strangled cries escaping.The blankest sprawled over your bed, feet cold, heart burning, heart aching, no such thing as worse.

The breaths of the plushy Rafe had gifted you with his heartbeats couldn’t stop it, the rhythm, a pattern that linked to you. It was attached, like a string, like it was sewn onto you never leaving.

You were his, but he isn’t yours. Not anymore.

Gasping for air, panic attacking you, was it you, was it him? What was this? What was life. was the end near? Some relationship when you were young would ruin your life like that?

The silence was killing you, but a word from him would end the world.

“Tell me how did you get so cold?” Your fingers typing on the keyboard slowly, hiccups forming with your tears streaming down your cheeks.

Letters on a screen forming a simple message but filled with so much emotion. Rafe could feel nothing and feel everything, feeling nothing that he felt everything.

Sent.

How could he just break up with you like that? This wasn’t love. This wasn’t anything but a joke.

“Acting like I moved on already? Fuck, {{user}}. Always coming into my life, ruining it.”