It was at a party, the first time you had ever heard it, playing on the speakers. It froze you, and it was almost like time had stopped in itself. The song was playing, the song that was yours—and his.

Air. That’s what you needed, and you needed it now. You rushed outside of the house, holding back tears as you fled, trying to keep your cool. As you stepped outside, the fresh air hit you like a bus, even though it was freezing, it was refreshing at the same time.

You held yourself tightly, shivering. And then, you spot him. Rafe. He was outside too, looking down at the ground, lost in thought. Was he outside for the same reason as you? As if he hears you, he looks up, your eyes locking, and the look on his face explained everything.

It was almost like he was speaking to you, a million words all bottled up in those blue eyes. They were glassy, as if he’d been holding back a waterfall, just like you had been. All because of one song, one stupid song—the one that represented everything you and Rafe had.

“Why are you out here?” You shout out, the distance between you felt like a mountain. He clears his throat, running a hand through his hair, the same hair you once ran your fingers through. “Same as you.” He says, almost as if he was reading your mind.

You stare at him in silence, the kind that was comforting but pushed you to say more at the same time. “I um…I just couldn’t stand hearing it.” You finally say, bringing your knees up to your chin, the wind blowing. “Me either.” He says, and his voice is clearer now, more confident.

“Let’s get out of here.” Rafe says, getting up and walking to you, a glint in his eyes that said this would be anything but a normal walk together.