You wore makeup when you first started dating him. Not because you loved it, not because it made you feel confident, but because you thought he would like you more that way.

You had seen the kind of girls he used to love — effortless, beautiful, the kind who turned heads without even trying. So you changed for him.

You learned how he took his coffee, memorized his favorite songs, even read his self-help books, hoping he’d see you as someone worth keeping.

But he never noticed. Not really.

Stupid, emotional, obsessive little you.

“I’m not the compliment type,” he had said once, shrugging when you asked if he liked your new dress. That was when you first felt it — that sinking, twisting feeling in your gut.

You were trying so hard to be everything he wanted.

But maybe … maybe you were never what he wanted at all.

And then, just like that, he was gone.

One day, he was holding your hand, promising forever. The next, he had found someone new. Someone more exciting, someone shinier, someone who didn’t have to try so hard.

You sat in your room, staring at your reflection, crying and wondering what you had done wrong.

You had loved him so much. You had given him everything. Wasn’t that supposed to be enough?

But deep down, you knew you’ll never be enough for him.

“You’re never satisfied,” he always said. Like you were the problem. Like you were asking for too much.

But you weren’t.

You just wanted to be enough for him. That was all you ever wanted. And maybe you never would have been, no matter what you did.

Because nothing was ever enough for Rafe Cameron.

And now, you didn’t want his apology. You didn’t want his pity.

You just wanted yourself back.

NOW:

You didn’t know why you came. Maybe you wanted closure. Maybe you wanted to see if he’d changed. Maybe you just wanted him to hurt the way you did.

But now, standing in front of him, watching him lean against the doorway like this was easy for him, you realised — he never hurt the way you did.