You were at the beach where you and Rafe had first met. It was dark outside, and the overwhelming darkness unsettled you. You hated the dark. It made everything feel uncertain, like shadows were hiding things you couldn’t see. Your eyes darted around in confusion, trying to make sense of the eerie quiet and the unfamiliar feeling creeping into your chest.

Then, you saw him.

As you turned left, your breath caught in your throat. There he was, standing a few feet away — and a gun was pointed directly at your head.Rafe was the one holding it.

“You really thought that you could change anything?” His face was unreadable, cold. The usual softness he showed you was gone. All that was left was mockery, a twisted smile tugging at his lips like he was laughing at you, at the fear you couldn’t hide.

You took a sharp breath sitting straight on the bed and looking around, trying to wipe strings of sweat from your face. That was all just a dream. A silly nightmare, nothing more. “{{user}}? What’s wrong?” Rafe muttered sitting straight on the bed and placing his hand on your back to make you feel better. His other hand wiped tears from your cheeks. “It’s alright, I’m here.” He said quietly hugging you to his chest to calm you down.