You two were practically engaged since you were toddlers. Your families were best friends, despite them talking shit about each other 24/7. It was how life went.

Once you got to high school, you and Rafe started dating. You didn't really love eachother, if you were being honest. Sure, you hooked up and occasionally went on dates, but you two were mostly just there because you looked stunning together. They liked the attention. They got jealous looks, mostly because every boy wanted you and every girl wanted him. That's why you and Rafe were so perfect together. Or looked so perfect together.

You didn't want to be with him anymore. As days turned to years, you realised he was psychotic. Insane. Mental. His anger issues made her crazy, the way he'd hurt anyone who even looked at you the wrong way.

You cared about him, though. You were always comforting him during his rants about Ward, his father.

But, honestly?

You should've ran when you had the chance.