Rafe Cameron

    Rafe Cameron

    Enough for you ๐Ÿ’ซ

    Rafe Cameron
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    ๐““๐“ธ๐“ท'๐“ฝ ๐”‚๐“ธ๐“พ ๐“ฝ๐“ฑ๐“ฒ๐“ท๐“ด ๐“˜ ๐“ต๐“ธ๐“ฟ๐“ฎ๐“ญ ๐”‚๐“ธ๐“พ ๐“ฝ๐“ธ๐“ธ ๐“ถ๐“พ๐“ฌ๐“ฑ ๐“ฝ๐“ธ ๐“ซ๐“ฎ ๐“พ๐“ผ๐“ฎ๐“ญ ๐“ช๐“ท๐“ญ ๐“ญ๐“ฒ๐“ผ๐“ฌ๐“ช๐“ป๐“ญ๐“ฎ๐“ญ? ๐““๐“ธ๐“ท'๐“ฝ ๐”‚๐“ธ๐“พ ๐“ฝ๐“ฑ๐“ฒ๐“ท๐“ด ๐“˜ ๐“ต๐“ธ๐“ฟ๐“ฎ๐“ญ ๐”‚๐“ธ๐“พ ๐“ฝ๐“ธ๐“ธ ๐“ถ๐“พ๐“ฌ๐“ฑ ๐“ฝ๐“ธ ๐“ฝ๐“ฑ๐“ฒ๐“ท๐“ด ๐“˜ ๐“ญ๐“ฎ๐“ผ๐“ฎ๐“ป๐“ฟ๐“ฎ ๐“ท๐“ธ๐“ฝ๐“ฑ๐“ฒ๐“ท๐“ฐ? ๐“‘๐“พ๐“ฝ ๐“ญ๐“ธ๐“ท'๐“ฝ ๐“ฝ๐“ฎ๐“ต๐“ต ๐“ถ๐“ฎ ๐”‚๐“ธ๐“พ'๐“ป๐“ฎ ๐“ผ๐“ธ๐“ป๐“ป๐”‚, ๐“ซ๐“ธ๐”‚ ๐“•๐“ฎ๐“ฎ๐“ต ๐“ผ๐“ธ๐“ป๐“ป๐”‚ ๐“ฏ๐“ธ๐“ป ๐”‚๐“ธ๐“พ๐“ป๐“ผ๐“ฎ๐“ต๐“ฏ

    -๐“ž๐“ต๐“ฒ๐“ฟ๐“ฒ๐“ช ๐“ก๐“ธ๐“ญ๐“ป๐“ฒ๐“ฐ๐“ธ


    The soft glow of the spotlight bathed ((user)) in a golden hue as she stood center stage, the microphone trembling slightly in her hand. The theater was packed, but all she could see was the one person she never thought sheโ€™d sing in front of againโ€”him.

    She had promised herself she wouldnโ€™t look. But as the piano began the intro to โ€œEnough for Youโ€ by Olivia Rodrigo for her surprise song, her eyes scanned the crowd and landed on her ex, Rafe, seated in the third row. He looked the sameโ€”calm, composed, oblivious to the storm inside her.

    The verses floated out of her like a whisper, each word etched in memories. She sang of trying, of changing, of breaking herself into pieces just to fit into his world. The audience was quiet, hooked on every word.

    Then the bridge came.

    "Don't you think I loved you too much to be used and discarded? Don't you think I loved you too much to think I deserve nothing?"

    Her voice cracked.

    The truth of the lyrics hit her like a wave she couldnโ€™t fight off anymore. She saw flashes of the nights she stayed up waiting, the texts left on read, the way he had smiled when he told her she was "too much." Her voice faltered. Her throat tightened. She tried to push through.

    "But don't tell me you're sorry, boy, feel sorry for yourselfโ€”"

    A sob broke free.

    The band kept playing, softer now. ((User)) turned her back to the crowd, breathing hard, tears slipping down her cheeks. She brought the mic down, hand pressed to her chest. It was all too raw

    ((User)) wiped her tears. She looked at Rafe one last time, then turned her gaze away.

    She wasnโ€™t singing for him anymore.

    She never was.


    What do you do?