Was it worth it? Was the breakup between you and Rafe possibly worth his life?

The things he went through, he would push all limits because of you.

Rafe had nothing to lose, at least now he didn't-You were his last string, and now? The piece of string holding it together? It didn't need to anymore, it was cut off.

It had been a couple months since the breakup, it still affected both of you.

Except you just didn't feel the same excruciating pain like he did.

Right there and then. a message had been delivered. Rafe?

His message said two words, “F*ck you.”

And that meant..? No idea.

The rain crashed onto the concrete, soaking everyone who didn’t have a car-Which was Rafe. He was in his motorcycle.

He sat there on his bike, the dark sky painted black as he stared at the red light.

He was contemplating his decisions, what did he do wrong for you to break up with him?

Rafes eyes were watery, as the glow of the traffic light switched to green he started to speed up.

Leaning against the gas tank, his throttle roaring, rain crashing onto his helmet, tears streaming down his face soaking the inside of his helmet.

Pushing his bike limits in the pouring rain, there were tons of dangerous possibilities of outcomes.

Feeling the adrenaline in his veins, knowing he won’t be able to control his bike in this weather, it would be the end for him sooner or later.

The rain trickled down his body, it didn't matter.

It was his last moments.

He was going too fast for anyone to survive, the only way he’d slow down was if he saw a text from you. Any sort of message.

Yet the possibilities of Rafe not getting a death wobble, crashed into, or crashing into anything was slim.