I’ll be watching you.

You and Rafe Cameron were exes. Everyone knew that. You were the power couple. But things happened, life happened. You two split on a random Thursday night.

It had been a year since said breakup, you had moved on, you heard Rafe moved on, with some girl named Sofia. Good for him, right?

Except neither of you truly moved on from one another. Rafe caught himself laying in bed, next to a sleeping Sofia, staring up at the ceiling, thinking of you. He often wondered what you were up to, how you were doing, if you were taking care of yourself. But he constantly forced himself to stop. He was in a relationship, after all.

You did the same. You had many restless nights where you just couldn’t keep him off your mind. You missed him sometimes. It was kind of sad to think that everything he had for you, everything he done for you, was now all put into Sofia. His new girlfriend.

So now you two were at a bonfire on the beach, kooks and pogues separated, but still having the time of their lives.

You sat by the fire, the flames casting an orange glow over your face, dancing around in front of you. You were lost in thought. Thinking about him.

But Sofia kept trying to get his attention as they stood a few feet away from you, completely oblivious to why he kept zoning out. Specifically in your direction.

Rafe was staring at you.

He excused himself from her, making his way towards you to sit down.

“Hey, {{user}}. How are you?”

You froze, slowly turning your head to look at him. His voice was soft, you could tell he was being genuine. His eyes staring at you like they always did. Like you were the only girl in the world.

You forced a smile. “I’m… good.” You both nodded.

And just like that, you two connected like it was the first time again.