The chateau was quiet, for once. A rare occurrence.

John B and Sarah were asleep, Pope and Cleo were at home, and JJ and Kie were off doing god-knows- what, god-knows-where.

You were in bed, half paying attention to whatever true crime doc was playing on the TV as you scrolled through your instagram, liking a post one of the girls on the island made.

You blinked as someone called you, Rafe.

You let it ring, not bothering to even hang up.

Your relationship had ended two months ago, and he was with Sofia now. She was a nice girl, a good person, but every inch of your being was filled with envy at the knowledge that she got to have him.

You kept scrolling, watching a reel as a banner popped up at the top of your screen.

New voicemail from: Rafe.

You looked at it with slight confusion, debating if you wanted to click on it.

You did.

You waited a few seconds, before the actual audio began.

“{{user}}…. fuck, I m-miss you so much.” Rafe’s voice came through. He was so, clearly, audibly drunk.

“Shouldn’t’ve l-let you leeeave me. My dumbassss should a fought harder f-for you. I miss you so much. Sofia isn’t y-you, she cou-couldn’t ever be you..” His voice slurred, the sound of a bottle clinking heard in the background.

“Just callll me, {{user}}, I need to hear your voice. I feel like I’ll fall ap-part without you.”

Then the audio ended.

You blinked. Oh. That was definitely not something you were expecting to hear from a drunk Rafe.