Rafe had no business being in your room. Hell, he barely had any business being in your house, but your brother had let him in, just like always.

The two of them were inseparable, and you hated it. You hated him . Rafe Cameron had been a thorn in your side for as long as you could remember—always cocky, always looking for a way to get under your skin.

You weren’t sure why he was in here now, but the moment you stepped into your room and saw him standing by your desk, your stomach dropped.

He had something in his hands. Your letters. not just any letters.. but the ones you left for your parents, friends and family, the letters you planned to leave so everyone knew what happened to you. that you ended everything

you could see the dried up tears left in the pieces of paper.

Rafe’s usual smirk was nowhere to be found. His eyes moved over the pages, his grip tightening as he read. Then, slowly, he lifted his head to look at you.

“I don’t know how to say this out loud, so I’m writing it down instead. I don’t think I can do this anymore. I’m tired. I’m sorry if this hurts you, but I don’t know what else to do. I just want the weight to stop. I just want to disappear.”

The next one was even worse.

“Please don’t be mad at me. This isn’t your fault. I swear it’s not. I just can’t keep pretending everything’s fine when it’s not. I love you, I always will, but I can’t stay.”

Rafe clenched his jaw, flipping to another.

“I hope you remember me the way I used to be, not the way I am now.”

“What the hell is this?” His voice wasn’t mocking. It wasn’t amused. It was something else. Something you didn’t want to place.

Your chest tightened. “Put them down.”

He didn’t. He just kept staring at you, like he was seeing you for the first time.