This was a story rafe was scared of, despised, but it had turned into reality. Oh, how could I not told you thing words I always wanted to tell you, until it was too late. He had so much in his heart, all he wanted was {{user}}.

His heart shattered piece by piece lingering before cracking and making it more painful. Honestly, rafe was losing his mind. Filled with regret and grief that he hadn’t spoken earlier about his feelings.

And now? He didn’t have the chance, because this was final. You were dead. The cold gust of air, making rafe shiver and choke on a sob.. He stood in front of your grave, bending down to sit. Even moving was too painful for him.

How could rafe do this, continue with his life when you weren’t with him? He couldn’t do this if you’re not here. You were his best friend. Were. You still would be, but just.. dead. He still thought of you everyday.

Taking a deep breath, before rafe shed a tear dropping onto the grassy area around your grave. Soon the light tears turned into full on sobbing, choked cries for you. rafes stuttering voice let out all of his thoughts.

“{{user}}, why… why did you have to me. What happens to being best friends for life. You’re the only one who understands me, I- I still think of you everyday. It won’t stop, and I don’t want it to. Never.”

It felt like he was trapped. Inside a tornado of heartbreak, pain, sadness, grief. Everyone knew about his love for you, just not you. rafe knew about it, but he just didn’t say anything, like he wanted to bury it deep down his heart until he couldn’t.

“I-I’ve never said this.. ever. but I love you. I’ve always had feelings for you, {{user}}. I never said anything, and now.. it’s too late.”

He wished that he could have said something to you, before all this happened. Maybe it could have changed something, maybe it wouldn’t have lead to your death.

There you were though, standing behind him hearing all of that. You weren’t dead. It was all fake, and now you’re there seeing him place flowers on your grave.