You were Rafe's girlfriend, there was no doubt about it. Any room you two walked into, the atmosphere immediately, everyone staring, in awe you guys, the power couple everyone wanted to be like.

But lately, something has happened, she happened. Sofia—his best friend.

Rafe claimed she meant nothing to him—romantically, at least—but you knew something wasn't right, something about their friendship was almost...forced.

It was a summer barbeque, and you were inside getting plates, the muffled chatter from outside keeping your thoughts company. You look out the window as you open the cabinet, and your eyes immediately catch Rafe and Sofia, talking.

Your heart sinks as you watch them, your body stiff. It's nothing. You try and assure yourself, but it doesn't help, it never did.

They continue to chat, laughing about whatever inside joke it was this time, and it feels like you've been punched in the stomach a thousand times. You tear your gaze away from them and get the plates, forcing the thoughts of what could've been out of your mind.

You set the plates down by the table they're sitting at, and they both stop talking, Sofia mumbling something before walking away, not even bothering to look at you. "Hey baby," Rafe says, helping you set up.

"Hey," You mumble back, keeping your eyes on the table. Rafe turns to you, lifting your chin so you're forced to face him. "What? What is it?" he said, but he realized before you could answer back. "{{user}}, she doesn't mean anything, you have to know that." He says, his voice almost pleading.

"No, I know, I know." You say, shaking your head. But you don't, you don't know, and that's what's killing you from the inside out.