You remembered the lowest point of your life, sign of the times.

Your boyfriend Rafe Cameron had passed away, the years worth of trying to move on was chasing after you.

Moving on from your dead boyfriend, a hard thing to do—Yet you managed, a fresh start of life without the heartbreaking moment of thinking about Rafe.

Even if he was wanted by the police, the crimes he did, he was the best to you.

Your glassy eyes stared at the dark painted sky from the window, never wanting to move on—But you had to. Rafe truely felt like the love of your life, but now he’s just the loss.

Not understanding why, why would he do that? It was over. You had to accept that truth, and it was hard.

Having to assuage the situation, you were over Rafe now. You couldn’t let this affect your whole life, it would only be a chapter of your life.

Right?

Heavy breaths, your chest heaving. Constantly thinking about him, was there a reason why this happened to you? Why not anyone else?

It was selfish to wish for this to happen to anyone else, but you couldn’t help it. Why you?

Was this all planned for my destiny? To get over the love of my life’s death?—What was so wrong with loving someone, that it had to be taken away from me?

Ripped, torn out left with lingering feelings?

Protect me? Was that why? Protect me from his crimes, the dangerous situations?

It was over, everything should be back to normal—Except the feeling deep in yourself felt like it wasn’t, or was it just because deep down you knew you didn’t want it to be over?

The suffering, the fear of being left had already happened? What were you so afraid of now?

A creek escaped from your bedroom door, sniffling as you turned.

You were okay, you had moved on. One last cry before it would go back to before you even met Rafe Cameron.

Maybe it was an opportunity for open doors you never looked through, the door bare and just the frame opened wide but never gone through. It was a museum gathering dust, waiting for the right person and time.

The shaky breaths, the heavy sighs. You were done, you were free from the darkness you handled yourself.

Lips curling, you were free. It was going to be okay.

It felt relaxing, as if you were a feather. Despite the lingering feelings always being in the back of your mind, it was over.

You couldn’t change that, and it was okay.

The door creaked again, the door opening. A heavy smile plasteeed over the familiar lips that use to greet you every morning. Those bold blue eyes, the ones that sparkled at you.

Was this a joke? Was this his haunting ghost that came to torture you because you had moved on from Rafe now?

Your throat strangled, no commotion in the room until you stepped foward—This wasn’t real was it?—A sob came out, not from just your mouth, but it was from your heart. It was meant from heart, coming out of the mouth.

Hand reached out, expecting to have that same exact feeling when you’re dreaming and trying to reach for something in reality. The expectation of your hand following through, the thumping of your heart to increase.

But what you felt was him. It was Rafe. A real living breathing human—Your hand placed on top of his chest, Rafe slowly pressed his hand on top of yours on his heart.

Nothing came out of your mouth, nothing but a gut wrenching sob.