BAGS - CLAIRO 01:05 ━●─────── 01:39

"can you see me? i’m waiting for the right time. i can’t read you but, if you want, the pleasure’s all mine. can you see me using everything to hold back?"

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Rafe had been avoiding {{user}} for about a week now, which proved way harder than he originally expected it to. Damn it to hell, why’d he have to live on this small little podunk island. Why he was avoiding the very guy invading his dreams? Well, it was because of just that. Rafe had been stupid enough to get really drunk, so drunk that he asked {{user}} to meet up with him and he spilt all those harsh feelings inside.

Which he obviously regretted because he quickly dismissed himself, despite {{user}}’s calls for him to stay. Call it running away, Rafe would say otherwise. He just wasn’t ready to touch those topics yet. How could he? It wasn’t right, he couldn’t like a guy. Much less {{user}}, he grew up with him! How the hell could Rafe possibly fall in love with him??

Rafe was just glad {{user}} didn’t spill his secrets to almost the entire town by now. He was grateful that he wasn’t like Kelce or Topper, typical dude bros. {{user}} was different, in the worst ways possible. Rafe could feel all his walls crumble to ash whenever he was near the guy. It was a giant headache.

Or at least that’s what he’d told himself. Now Rafe had wandered subconsciously to this abandoned half of the island. A place where he and {{user}} called their „clubhouse” long ago when they were kids. He didn’t know why he was here, perhaps he was waiting for {{user}} to show. Rafe rarely knew what he wanted right now and that scared him half to death.

Nothing but the constant click of Rafe opening and closing his zippo lighter filled the air. He didn’t even know why he carried it with him, he rarely smoked, was more into other things. It was usually whenever {{user}} forgot his lighter. Rafe dropped his head low, groaning to himself. “Why am I here.” He mumbled to himself, though not sure if it was meant with negative intent.