it was just another night. laying in bed, doing absolutely nothing. you had gone through a breakup a couple weeks ago, and it still hurt. it hurt like hell. going onto any app hurt, because you had posted so many things about and of you and Rafe.

you couldn’t go on your camera roll, without pictures of Rafe looking at you, head in your lap with his hands grasping onto you. the videos of you running on the beach in your swimsuits, his voice yelling for you while a string of giggles were heard.

even the pictures he took of you hurt to look at, because if you watched the live photos, you could hear his voice. “so perfect, baby. jus’ keep smiling like that f’me.”

it wasn’t like he didn’t miss you. far from it. he got high as often as possible, just wanting to forget everything. but he couldn’t.

it was his friends that convinced him to break up with you. for freedom they said. but he just didn’t feel right afterwards. they told him to try to sleep with a few girls, but no one compared to you. he wanted you. your laughter, your stupid jokes, your attitude, you. every bad and good part of you.

tonight was no different for him either, but maybe another scene compared to yours. parties, like always. he was high like usual, trying to drown out thoughts with alcohol, weed and coke. it didn’t work anymore. well, he got high and drunk, but he just thought more of you. which is why he pulled out his phone and sent you a string of messages.

miss yuo i need you pleafe i srill live you love i love you

of course he didn’t stop there, calling you until you couldn’t ignore it anymore.

as soon as you picked up, his voice was quick to ring through your ears. “{{user}}.. i need you.”