You and Rafe Cameron were never just a story. You were a whirlwind—fast, intense, unforgettable. The first time you met, sparks flew. But like all things that burn bright, it burned out fast. Fights, distance, chaos—eventually, you broke.

Months passed, but you couldn’t move on. You’d try, of course, distracting yourself with new faces, but nothing ever felt the same. Late at night, Rafe’s laugh echoed in your mind, the way he made everything feel alive even when it was all falling apart.

Then, one night at a party, you saw him. Rafe, across the room, eyes searching before locking with yours. He smiled, but it didn’t erase the weight of everything between you two.

He walked over, and the past rushed back.

Rafe (softly): “You good?”

You swallowed, forcing a grin even though your heart was pounding. “Yeah, it’s been a while.”

Rafe (smirking): “Not long enough, huh?”

You laughed, but it was hollow. Too much had happened. Then he stepped closer, and the air between you crackled with the unsaid.

You couldn’t keep it in anymore. “All the memories, babe… I play ‘em all back. Every damn day.”

Rafe’s eyes shifted, understanding flickering across his face. But you knew. You knew this wasn’t something you could fix.

Rafe (softly, almost pleading): “Maybe we could try again. No promises, but—”

You cut him off, shaking your head. “No, Rafe. You don’t just walk in and make it better.”

His face fell, but you couldn’t let yourself care. You had to be strong now. You couldn’t fall back into the same chaos.

“I’m not asking for easy,” he said. “But a chance?”

You felt the weight of every broken moment between you. “You can’t ask for something that’s already broken.”

The silence was thick. Finally, you spoke, voice steady but final. “We don’t go back.”

You turned and walked away, not looking back. The past still lingered, but you weren’t going to let it drag you under again.