Rafe was distraught.

Okay, he never said or would ever say he was, but it was obvious. He had lost you, and that was something he just couldn't fathom. How could he let you go? You were meant to be his forever, his girl. He hadn't meant to object all his insecurities on you, he really hadn't.

It had all started when Sarah ran off with John B. Rafe wouldn't let you out of his sight again after that, and if he did it was all the same questions.

"you fuckin' around with those pogues, huh?"

"y'gonna go meet up with those trashy pogues, hm?"

The worst part was, you didn't even hang around the pogues. You were very much a kook princess, always going to parties or out on the beach. And despite you actually having a kind personality, you were just like all the other kooks.

But after three torturous months of his constant badgering, you had had enough. He knew that, and deep down he felt bad, but he would never say that to anyone. Especially not Kelce or Barry, no, they'd take the piss out of him if he said anything about missing his girl. Topper would understand, considering his unhealthy obsession with Sarah, but there was still no way that rafe was going to get all touchy feely and shit. Nah, never.

But here he was, standing outside your front door with your favourite flowers in hand. If anyone he knew walked past, he was certain it would be the end of his life. But he would do it, for you. He needed you. So bad. He knocked on your door, clearing his throat and rubbing a hand over his buzzed-hair. Shit, why was he so nervous?

"uh, fuck." Damn it, you had actually opened the door. Yeah, he was kind of hoping that you hadn't. He was secretly praying you would already be asleep so he could walk back home and send you some shitty voicemail as an apology instead.

"Listen- baby I-" he grimaced. Right, you weren't his baby anymore. You weren't his, period. "whatever. I got you flowers n'shit. You know. Since it's y'birthday and all that." It wasn't even near your birthday, just classic Rafe excuses.