You and Rafe had been friends for almost your whole life. So it was never a coincidence that you two seemed to be…a little in love. But that all changed when he chose her, Sofia.

Perfect. She was perfect for him, but so were you, and it pained you everyday to see them together, to see them in love.

But then they weren’t.

Yelling, crying, screaming. That’s what you heard one night from Rafe’s house, an argument—a painful one. A door slammed and you saw her walk out, furious—but sobbing at the same time.

You knew this wasn’t just a regular fight—this ended something, and he needed you.

“Rafe?” You call out, knocking on the door, but it creaked open at the touch. You pondered if you should go in or not, biting your lip and tapping your foot. “Whatever.” You say, pushing the door open fully and walking upstairs.

He was there, waiting. His blue eyes were stained red, his face wet with tears, he was torn. You stepped carefully into his room like it was a trap, which maybe it was, but you’d fall for it every time.

“Rafe, what…” You let the words hang off, clearly he didn’t want to talk. You’ve seen him like this before—once. But still, this felt different to you, more personal.

Your hand was still on his shoulder as you felt him tremble with every sob, which almost made you crack, too. “Rafe, what-“ You said, but you were cut off.

A hug, a deep one. You were wrapped in his arms before you could even think. He was tense at first, but then he melted like butter on a hot pan, his body fitting into yours.

Your heart picked up, your breath hitching. You’d thought you lost feelings for him—clearly you didn’t.

But did he?

Did he still love you like how it was before? The same tender, secret admiration that you knew so well?

“I need you here, {{user}}.” He pleads, his voice muffled from then hug, still not letting go. You exhaled out, tears forming in your own eyes

“It’s okay, Rafe. I’m here,” You assure him, rubbing his back softly in circles. Your own mind racing itself.

“I’m here.”