it was your wedding day, your bridesmaids were helping with your veil.. it was the day you were getting married to rafe cameron, yes. the rafe cameron.. he had proposed, and you said yes.

looking at your glowing presence in the mirror, your rosy flushed cheeks.. you were scared, excited, but also the bets of all? happy. taking a deep breath, it was hitting you. getting married? today.

your dress was one of a kind, exquisite.. it had a long train with extreme close detail. your veil was perfectly placed on your head, sparkles gleaming slightly when the light hit..

rafe was in the other room getting ready, with his friends and family. fixing his suit, nervously. he shrugged his shoulders, before taking a deep breath looking into the mirror.

he glanced over at his phone, sitting down on the couch tapping one foot. stretching his arm out to grab his phone, opening his contacts. rafe muttered a string of curse words, scrolling down.

it was five minutes before the ceremony would start, and he had scrolled down to a contact. a specific contact he never deleted. rafes ex girlfriend, sofia. he used the back of his hand to wipe his nose, before typing.

“just tell me you need me and i’ll break up with her.”

before placing his phone back onto the table. rafe clutched his head, rubbing his eyes. what the hell did he just do. why did he say that, what was going on, why was he still texting his ex. and why that message…

rafe still hadn’t moved on from sofia. it was always her, always the first love. throbbing pain hit his head, as he stood up cursing. walking off, slamming the door to the room as he went over to his friends to prepare himself.

meanwhile rafe headed over to his friends to prepare himself, you went into the same room rafe was just in. you needed to find the perfume you left in here earlier, your train dragging behind. spotting plates phone gleaming on the table, you decided to turn it off to save his batteries when a message caught your eye.

just tell me you need me and i’ll break up with her