the sun had begun to set, casting a warm golden glow over the cameron’s house as you pulled into the driveway. you had been looking forward to hanging out with Rafe all week, he had been busy with his friends, and, hell, you missed your boyfriend. it was supposed to be a chill evening, just the two of you. 



you stepped out of your car to see the door of tannyhill already open. you ignored it, and tried not to think anything of it. you knocked on it anyway, to let him know you were there, the sound echoed slightly in the stillness of the evening. 

there was no, “come in” or any sign for you to enter. which was weird, too weird.

you let yourself in.


lo and behold, there he was. he was sitting on the couch, his back turned to where you were standing. he heard you enter, and looked over his shoulder at you. his eyes were a little too bright, and the way he leaned against the back of the couch seemed unsteady, almost as if he was trying to keep himself balanced.


“shit, hey baby—,” he reached up and wiped his face with one hand. you caught a glimpse of the scattered items on the coffee table behind him. small bags and white powdery remnants scattered over the table.


“hey--" you started, your voice trailing off as you stepped further inside, “you okay?”


he waved a hand dismissively, brushing off your concern. “oh, yeah, I’m good. really good. just, uh, hanging out. y’know.” he looked back at the table and wiped some of the powder off, hoping you didnt notice it. “you know how it is.” the way he spoke was a little too fast, a little too erratic, you felt a knot forming in your stomach.