You and Rafe Cameron had always been inseparable. Best friends through thick and thin. But then Sarah came along. What started as a friendship between you two turned into something deeper, something you hadn’t expected. You fell for her. And for a while, it felt right.

Then Topper showed up—everything you weren’t. Confident, charming, the kind of guy Sarah seemed to want. And before you knew it, she chose him. The sting of watching her with him hurt more than you could put into words. But you kept pushing it down, trying to convince yourself it didn’t matter.

Rafe always knew. He saw how much it affected you. He stayed by your side, never once asking questions, just being there. After seeing Sarah with Topper again, you ended up at Rafe’s place. You were drunk, emotionally exhausted, and he let you crash at his place.

The next morning, you woke up to find Rafe beside you, his arm around you. You were still blurry from sleep. “Did we…?” you asked, your voice soft and uncertain.

He smiled and pulled back. “No, nothing happened. You just needed someone.”

But there was something different now. You could feel it—the way he cared for you, the comfort in his presence. And as you sat there, staring at the ceiling, it hit you. Sarah was with Topper, but someday, she’d wake up and realize what she had lost. The love you two shared was deeper than anything she’d find with him.

“I told you so,” you whispered, knowing she’d regret it. She’d think back to the way you understood her better than anyone and be left face-to-face with the truth.

Rafe met your eyes, his gaze soft yet serious. “She’ll realize it. But when she does, you won’t be there.”

It was hard to hear, but you knew it was true. Sarah would regret her choice, but by then, you’d be long gone—because, deep down, you knew you were always better for her. And she would have to face that reality, no matter how long it took.