“♫ Ten minutes can't go past without you brushing my thoughts That's fourteen forty a day, so I'll say 144 times I think about you or something like that Lost match, the fucking thought of you with somebody else, I don't like that ♫“

A yearnful, loyal man, it was all you had asked for. And you lost him, Rafe Cameron.

Now, all you had was yourself. Was that so bad? No, like come on. Rafe was just one person, you were everything.

The breakup was mutually decided on, but it felt like Rafe was only agreeing because you were gripping onto that idea only.

A quick three knocks on your front door alerted you, your steps quiet as you peeked out side from the peek hole.

Pressing your hand against the door, opening it slightly—A familiar hand pushed against the door, stepping in uninvited.

“Rafe—“ you stumbled your words, not even expecting him.

He breathed heavily, swallowing his tongue clicking. “Please, fuck. God, I need you back.” Rafe yearned, showing up at your house unannounced just to say this?

“♫ The fucking thought of you with somebody else, I don't like that ♫”

“You know I love you, you know I need you, you know I didn’t want to break up with you.”

One last time, Rafe panted in desperation. “You know that I know you the best.”