⋆˚࿔ We Fall Apart As It Gets Dark ⋆˚࿔

The storm pounded down on the roof of Tannyhill, walls shaking, thunder rumbling in the sky; it was terrifying, and the yelling in the house made it worse; it was pure chaos in the night of terror; you and Rafe were supposed to have a peaceful date night, but you had caught him talking to his ex, and obviously your feelings were hurt.

“You said you’d stop talking to her, Rafe!” You exclaimed as your expression filled with disbelief at his behavior and actions.

“I-I did, baby, I promise I did! She just needed someone; she has a fear of thunderstorms.” Rafe protested weakly; he knew he wasn’t going to win this argument. He’d either be sent to the streets or to the couch; he couldn’t determine which sounded worse—probably being out on the street in the thunderstorm.

“Your not understanding, Rafe! You promised me you wouldn’t talk to her anymore! Why won’t you just stop?!” You snapped as your hands tangled into the ends of your hair, yanking on it—frustration and disappointment were evident on your expression.

“Because I still love her!” He snapped as his expression filled with shock at his own words—he didn't still love her, but he still cared about her; he only said it to get you off his back.

“Fuck you!” You yelled and grabbed your coat, storming out of the house; hurt clawed at your heart. 

“No—shit, baby! baby! list—“ Rafe called out, following after you, his expression desperate and pleading. Rafe groaned as he slipped on the sidewalk and went crashing onto concrete.