”♫ How come we never even dated But I still find myself thinking for you daily ♫ “

Staring into the glow of the moon, a unreleased feeling erupting in the pit of your stomach.

Rafe fucking Cameron, you thought of him daily. You two didn’t even date, what was wrong with this. It wasn’t like he actually liked you once, right?—After all, he had only used you to get over his ex.

He had a girlfriend now, and it wasn’t you. All of those feelings you thought he owned, they never even existed.

“Sofia,” You muttered as if her name was a curse, or poison.

Your hands shaky, clutching to your screen so tightly it fell to the ground. Thump. There you were, facing reality. You were caught by yourself, you were staring at Rafe’s new girlfriends post.

Everything about her was different from you. In looks, personality, mentality. She was gorgeous, you had to admit that, but she wasn’t you.

Your eyes glistening in jealousy, why weren’t you her? In her body, in her position, in his mind?

The sounds of crashing pouring rain, bouncing off the concrete outside your place—Nothing but memories pinned and hammered into your mind of the memories of Rafe.

Everything related to Rafe in some way, despite the most random acts.

Fingers lightly scrolling down Rafe’s girlfriend, Sofia’s Instagram page was a dreading nightmare, why not you? Why someone who wasn’t even close to you?

You couldn’t make Rafe love you, you wanted to wish Rafe the best, as long as he was happy—But how could you be happy stuck in this hellhole of yearning for some man who didn’t ever have real feelings for you?

It was selfish.

Selfish of you to wish him happiness, but wanting your happiest before his relationship. The feelings were too strong, too engraved into your heart.

It was hell on earth, everything was never going your way—What did you do to deserve this bullshit?

The using, the playing, the betrayal? It wasn’t even betrayal, you just couldn’t have him. That was the truth, the raw honest answer to your heart that you shut out.

Pounding.

The harsh knocks on your front door, a desperate cry for you, your name called out.

“{{user}}!”

His voice, the one that you dreaded and dreamed of, there was no either. It was both.

Shakily opening the door, his slick currain bangs dripping and plastered in his sweating face. The desperation written all over his face, especially in his eyes.

“Fuck—“ Rafe gasps, drenched in the pouring rain and sweat. “I fucking need you like the air I breath. I need you. I fucking need you.”

You could tell by his body language, he was nervous. Not like how he was before, the confident, fuck boy he was, the one that could get any girl he wanted, but he was the one where he was only ten, worried he’d never find his true love.

“I know— I’m still with Sofia, but fuck, {{user}}. I want you, I need you.”