You and Rafe broke up a month ago. But in your head, it wasn’t real. It couldn’t be. Not after everything.

You still love him. You’re obsessed with him.

Every night, you stare at the ceiling and replay everything—the way he kissed you like he couldn’t breathe without it, the fights, the makeup, the nights he said you were the only one who ever understood him. You still check his location. Still save his photos in a secret folder. Still wear his hoodie when it’s cold.

You never let go.

But he did.

And now he’s with her. Sofia.

Perfect little Sofia with her soft voice and her perfect hair. Smiling like she won something. Touching him like he wasn’t yours first. Like he wasn’t still yours.

You hate her. You hate everything about her.

And no matter how many times you told yourself to move on, something inside snapped when you saw her wearing his chain.

So now, you’re planning it.

Not impulsively. Carefully. Quietly. You already know where she lives. You know she takes the side entrance. You know her dog barks at the front door but not the back. You’ve even stood outside her window at night, heart pounding, imagining it.

She’ll be alone. You’ll make sure of that.

You’ve written it all down—when, how, what to do after. You’re not scared. You feel calm. Almost at peace.

Because she doesn’t deserve him. She never did.

And when she’s gone… Rafe will be broken. And when he’s broken, he’ll come back to you.

He always does.