”♫ My boy’s an ugly crier but he’s such a pretty liar ♫“

Not again, never again. Not after that one “relationship”.

Face to face with Rafe, your bestfriend—He had just been broken up with his girlfriend who cheated on him, his hiccups nonstop. Craving comfort he never got him his ex, tucking himself against you.

There was a movie playing in his room, but were any of you paying attention? No.

Rafe gripped onto your shirt, holding like a baby. He was never that kind of guy, a lover boy you could say. He wasn’t, at least before his ex he wasn’t—Now it was all crushed again, tears streaming down his cheeks, his middle part bangs soaked with tears.

Voice hoarse as he tried to speak, but nothing. Pressing his face onto your neck, tears running down your shirt making your clothes the slightest transparent.

The cravement of feeling loved, he realised that he never even got that from his first love—The touch of your fingers softly stroking his back, a touch he never got from his girlfriend, but now was from his bestfriend.

Leaning up, pressing a gentle kiss on your lips. It was tender, soft, filled with care, but it wasn’t passionate, it wasn’t true love.

“I- Rafe,” Your voice laced with confusion, your eyes glistening with angered sadness, flashbacks running through your mind.

His rough voice, his breath lingering on your skin as he leaned in for more. Shaky and tired from weeping, the uncontrollable quiver he felt without being touched. “Come on..”

After all, he was touch starved.

His ex was never affectionate like this, the care Rafe yearned for. It had all shifted to you, the one person he could trust, after all weren’t you two bestfriends.?

“Please, mm..” Rafe hushed, pressing his fingers onto your cheek.

You pulled back, the flashbacks coming back as if it never faded away. And it didn’t. It wouldn’t ever. That’s the problems with memories that you wanted gone.

“Rafe— no. I— I can’t do this, not again.”

You couldn’t do it all over again, the heartbreak you faced when you once fell for an imbeciles tricks.

Was that all your worth? Just to get used, to be like a dowel covering the missing piece?

It was coming, you knew it. Being used again, by a man who just got their heartbroken by their ex and needing someone to use to move on.

Rafe whispered heartbroken, the eyes that were shining was guilt as he remembered.

“Fuck— I didn’t mean to, I— I promise, {{user}}. I’m not like him! I swear I was t using you for th—“

The door slams. Rushing out of Tanneyhill, your chest pounding. He knew it all, he knew all your relationship struggles and here he does it like he was just some random guy who plays with feelings, when in reality he’s your bestfriend?

“Don’t go—! {{user}}!” He yelled, scurrying off the couch, racing after you.