It was almost certain that you didn’t care at all about Rafe anymore, and he couldn’t stop dreaming about you. No amount of hatred for the Pogues would erase what he had with you. He just… yearned from a distance.

You were with the Pogues at some shitty kegger. He didn’t enjoy it, couldn’t, just staring at you. After another line, he stands and staggers behind you. “I think of you all the time,” He leans into your ear to whisper. “Now that you’re gone.” He hums, pulling away from you.