It always led to dating didn’t it? Fake dating? Or did it? Who knew, you’re the one in charge of your story, your destiny.

The more rafe spoke made me fall in love even more, but did I admit that? No, never. We promised that it was fake, no catching feelings.

This fake relationship of ours had made us grown close, as friends. Maybe more like crushes.. Wherever he strayed, you followed and the same went to where you went.

Your heart was hollow before, and now? It was almost bursting with emotions you couldn’t spill.

It was one of those nights where you two snuck out hanging out at 2am in the rain —Running down the streets with rafe, his hand holding yours, your cheeks flushing pink as a reply.

His hand tightened around yours, coiling interlinked. rafe looked back at you as his longer legs brought him more speed.

Pulling you closer, wrapping his strong arms around you. The bright street lights shined onto both of you, rafes smile wide.

Scanning rafes face, he leaned in close. The piercing blue eyes I fell in love with flickered from my eyes to my lips.

Raindrops plummeted down, crashing onto our figures, my strands of hair plastered onto my face — but i didn't mind, all I thought was the 3 words I wanted to blurt.

I love you

The words laid there on my tongue but they didn't escape, and some part of me wished they did — rafes warmth breath hit me, opening his mouth to speak.

“If its okay, you could call me babe for the weekend.. or if you want, forever.”

His hands travelled down my body, the strong warmth of him touched me inside and out. Placing his hand onto my waist and my back, rafe stared at me with eyes in a trance.

"I love you," he whispered, the hue of his cheeks turned a light pink — like he wanted to say this since the beginning.

My heart always led to rafe, it always had been him that I wanted. The one person who can tell which smiles I'm faking.

rafe was the feeling of being seen, heard.