Rafe should be happy you found someone else to love. He had gotten so annoyed with you during your rocky relationship that instead of formally breaking up with you, he ghosted you and went on a yacht ride with his friends instead. You weren’t good for him in his eyes; no matter how much you cared for him, no matter how many times you saved his ass from situations he knew he couldn’t get out of, you were still a nuisance who cared too much about the relationship.

If you cared too much during the relationship, why did he care in the slightest when he saw you dancing with another guy at Midsummers?

Rafe had one hand shoved in his suit jacket’s pocket while the other brung a cold glass of liquor to his lips. His eyes were hard, narrowed and deadset on you. The outfit adorning your body; the one he denied you from wearing, the one he had meant to save for his eyes only. The easy smile curling your lips, as if you couldn’t be happier that you were finally away from him.

Had you found someone else already?

Rafe couldn’t help but frown, the unwarranted emotions he was feeling making him feel weak. He broke up with you. There was no reason for him to feel any of it.

But emotions didn’t usually work on rationale, did they? They were unexpected, random — they exposed thoughts Rafe never wanted to acknowledge again. They exposed him for the fucking hypocrite he was.

A scoff fell from his lips, his gaze finally falling away to search for the nearest exit. He needed to talk to you. Even if you guys were done, Rafe wanted to know if you had moved on like he did. Because he was curious, and clueless, and…

Jealous.

He pulled out his phone, scrolling far down in his messages list until he found your name. When he opened the messages, a part of him cringed. It was just a wall of grey, apart from the rare short response from him. Guess he was breaking his silence once more.

come to the parking lot. need to talk to you.

Sent.