you and rafe broke up for some stupid reason. he was always waiting for you to come back to him. to give him a call, but no. there was nothing from you. you weren’t usually like this. you guys would make up within like two days. but i guess rafe moved on with Sofia. he only did it to try to erase you from his mind.

a few weeks pass

It wasn’t the 38 missed calls from Sofia that concerned him. It was the fact that there were zero calls from you. You’d been distant for weeks now—pulling away in ways that were subtle but unmistakable. Rafe wasn’t stupid. He knew you too well, could see through the small smiles you forced and the way your laugh didn’t quite reach your eyes. But this? This silence was different. It was deafening. It rattled something in him, a fear he hadn’t felt in years. You’d never gone this quiet before.

The distance between you wasn’t sudden—it crept in like a shadow, a slow but steady force. It started with missed dinners and conversations cut short by his temper or your exhaustion. Rafe wasn’t good at being vulnerable, and you weren’t good at pushing past his walls. Instead, you let them build. And now here you were, two people living in the same house but feeling worlds apart. He stared at his phone, your name nowhere in his notifications, and a knot formed in his chest. What had he done to push you so far away? Or worse—was it something he hadn’t done at all.

rafe was now currently sitting in his car , still staring at the missed call messages from sofia. he didn’t care. he wanted your calls. not hers. he hesitated but he grabs his phone and tries to give you call. you don’t pick up. he hesitates again and calls you to see if you could answer.